Chapter 15 · Uninvited Guest

"Don't touch me." Kane shoved the glass out of Cillian's hand. "If that's another sedative, I'll break your fingers."

The vial hit the floor and burst against the black tile.

Cillian caught Kane's shoulder before he could stumble into the wall. Kane's skin burned under his palm. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw locked so hard a muscle jumped beside his mouth.

"Good," Cillian said. "You're still strong enough to threaten me. Now stop fighting the room."

"The room is moving."

"The room isn't moving. You are."

Kane swung at him.

Cillian ducked. Kane's fist clipped his cheek and sent a sharp sting across his face. Before Kane could pull back, Cillian twisted his arm behind him and pressed him against the steel examination table.

Kane's chest hit the edge. He sucked in a breath, then laughed once. It sounded wrong. Too thin. Too pleased.

"There he is," Kane muttered. "The famous butcher. I was wondering when you'd stop pretending to be polite."

"I was never pretending."

"No? You tied me to your operating table. Cut into my bones. Took a curse out of my spine with a blade no licensed surgeon is allowed to own.