Chapter 31 · His Power Is Leaking

"Stop moving, Kane. Your ribs are open." I shoved him against the tunnel wall before his knees gave out.

His hand clamped around my wrist. Heat punched through my glove, sharp enough to make my fingers twitch.

"Let go," he said.

"You first."

"Selah."

"That's not an answer."

His jaw tightened. Gold light crawled beneath his skin, leaking from the cut across his side and spreading down his arm. Every pulse lit the tunnel in quick flashes. The emergency lamps overhead had died three minutes ago. Kane's power was the only thing keeping us from stumbling blind through the service tunnels beneath the old Bureau station.

And it was getting worse.

He pushed away from the wall. I shoved him back harder.

"You take one more step and you hit the floor," I said. "Then I leave you here."

"You won't."

"Try me."

His eyes dropped to my hand. The glow had reached my fingers too.

That made him go still.

"When did that start?" he asked.

"When you decided bleeding all over me was a good escape plan."

"You touched the wound?"

"I dragged you through two security doors. What do you think?"

"I think you're lying.