Kain Locke
"Liar," I whispered. But my voice wavered. "You're lying. You're just saying this to mess with me."
"I wish I was," he said, his voice raw. "But you know I'm not."
I stumbled back, my back almost hitting the opposite wall, unable to think, unable to breathe.
How could he be alive?
After everything?
My fingers trembled as I covered my face, trying to hold everything in, memories, tears, rage.
The hallway felt too small. It was so suffocating that I found breathing too hard.
He was alive?
And Kael knew all this time? Even despite the time we spent together, despite having all the time to, but he didn't, he refused to, even while his father asked him to talk?
Why didn't he tell me? Why now?
He took a step forward and I took one back, my back finally pressing against the wall, as I held out my hand, "Don't," I warned seriously because I don't trust myself from harming him even more than I've already done. "Don't you dare come any closer."
He stopped.
