Chapter 45 · Aim lower

"Aim lower."

A laugh tore out of me, half panic, half disbelief. The power surged again.

The hunter staggered. His void blade shook in his hand.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Making your job harder," I said.

Kane's grip tightened. "Selah, push now."

"Where?"

"Through me."

"That sounds like a terrible idea."

"It is. Do it anyway."

I shoved everything I had into the bond.

The contract flared.

Kane cried out, and the sound ripped straight through me. His knees hit the ground. I dropped with him, still holding his wrist. The power had turned into a live current under my skin, dragging every thought out of my head.

His fear hit me first.

Not fear of the hunter.

Fear of losing me.

I saw it in broken flashes. My body going still. His hand reaching for me too late. A red Bureau symbol stamped over my name. A file marked FINAL DISPOSAL.

Then his anger buried it.

"Get out of my head," he growled.

"You invited me in."

"I did not."

"Then stop broadcasting."

The bond jerked. Kane's forehead struck mine.

His eyes were inches away. His breath shook between us.

"You're seeing things you shouldn't," he whispered.