Dean reached a hand up to stop Kane’s fist from hitting him again and rolled until Kane was beneath him. His eyes widened again when he saw Kane’s soul. Someone or something had marked him… he could see the demonic poison winding its way through Kane’s soul, attempting to control it. Dean knew this wasn’t Kane’s fault and now tried to turn the tables so as not to hurt the blonde vampire.
His nostrils flared when he caught the whiff of familiar perfume along with the unmistakable pheromone scent of Tabatha on him. She had been aroused in Kane’s presence… and within the last hour. His eyes flew to Kane’s. The vampire had claimed her body but not her soul. Why? What had stopped him?
“Stop talking and acting crazy!” Dean shouted as he caught the fist coming at him in his palm and shoved it b
