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Light filtered through the heavy curtains beaming their warmth into my eyes, waking me from a deep sleep. I looked over at Kane who, though already dead, looked even more so, and I panicked.
“Kane! Oh God Kane, wake up!”
He opened his eyes. “Is this how I am to be woken from now on?” he asked in a sleepy but gentle tone.
Seeing the amusement in his eyes, I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, but you looked so, so dead! I thought I had lost you.”
He reached for me, pulled me in, and held me close.
“Candra, I’m already dead,” he said and claimed my lips.
We spent the morning together in bed, talking, laughing, teasing, loving—but I felt restless like I couldn’t relax. Something was bothering me yet I just couldn’t place it.
“We got things to do, well, I do at least. I’d like to
