Grace
“Right.” I whispered at Kent's words. He was right, hesitation got you killed. It almost did earlier if Kent hadn't caught Bane by the throat.
I looked down at my hands.
My veins were faintly lit, gold tracing the lines from my wrist to the inside of my elbow, barely visible but there, this was what Mara warned me about. Proximity to Kent.
But proximity did not explain the other things Kent's presence did to me. There was no explanation for the way my chest felt when Kent looked at me. I didn't think it could explain why I felt safer in a room with a man who could snap bones like dry twigs than I did anywhere else in the world.
I pressed my fingers over my wrist and the light pulsed once under my skin.
Kent stood upright and walked away when I didn't say anything else, his foo
