ROBYN:
The door of my bedroom opened, and Kane walked in, holding a paper bag.
"I picked up some things for you," he said, dropping the bag in front of me.
I looked at it from where I sat on the bed and said nothing. He reached for his face cap — only then did I notice the scar on his hand.
"What happened to you?" I asked, and his face curved into a smirk.
"Someone cares about me now," he muttered.
I was about to give him a sharp reply when my mother's voice echoed in my mind.
"Kane is a special breed. If you keep fighting him, it will only fuel whatever that is in him, and it encourages him. You have to be too kind with him. Kill him with kindness, and he will let you go."
I straightened, clearing my throat. "I am only doing my duties as your wife."
"Hmm." He murmured.
"Well, I
