Vane walked into the room with a slow, heavy confidence that made the air feel as if it were curdling. He looked like he was enjoying what he was about to do.
He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. I pulled the sheets up to my chin just as he reached me.
"You’re waiting for him to come back with breakfast, aren't you?" Vane asked, his voice dripping with a fake, nasty sympathy. He reached out, his thick fingers plucking a stray hair off the pillow Caden had used. "Maybe a little kiss? A promise that he’ll take you away from all this?"
"Where is he?" I hissed, my voice trembling despite my best efforts. “What did you do?”
Vane sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sagging under his heavy weight as he looked at me with a sickening kind of pity that mad
