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KAIN
It’s been two days since I watched Markula’s brother die, and I’m still seething.
It doesn’t make sense. I can’t hurt Dawn — I’d never hurt her. But I am harboring a jealousy that I can’t contain.
I lean back against the couch and stare into the mirror above the fireplace. My horrible face stares back. That she loves me enough to see something beautiful in me is keeping me sane, but I still can’t touch her.
I can’t even get near her. I’m afraid to.
“Let’s stay one more day,” Silas says. “Then we can pack it up.”
“Pack it up? Did you even bring a change of clothes?” Dawn slides onto the couch beside me … but not too close. If she touches my skin, I'll shock her. I’ll hurt her. I won’t let that happen, but Markula’s still eyeing me as if he’s one wrong move away from ripping m
