Chapter 22 · Dirty Deal

“Put the knife down, Kane.”

The blade stayed under my jaw.

Kane’s arm shook from blood loss, but the point didn’t move. His body was pressed against mine, hard and close, his breath hot against my cheek. One wrong twitch and I’d open my own throat on his knife.

“Tell me what the red eye is doing,” he said.

“Watching us.”

“I know that.”

“Then congratulations. You’ve caught up.”

His fingers tightened around my wrist. His palm was warm. Too warm. Blood had soaked through his shirt and smeared across my sleeve, but he still had enough strength to pin me against the wall.

The red lens blinked behind him.

Once.

Twice.

The mark on my chest burned under my armor.

Kane noticed. Of course he did.

“Your signal just spiked.”

“Maybe it hates your face.”

“Maybe it’s calling something.”

“Maybe stop touching me and find out.”

His eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second.

That was all I needed.

I drove my knee into his injured side.

Kane grunted and folded just enough for me to twist free. I caught his knife hand, slammed it against the wall, and hooked my elbow under his throat.