CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Can’t be hungry. He just drank that whole bag, and why ruin his appetite before dinner, right? Which means—
Before I can complete this thought, Kain climbs onto the bed.
Does he think I’ll follow him? Not in a million years.
He sprawls on his back, his pale eyes intent on my face. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m a little uneasy about what’s to come.”
Uneasy about what? Inviting me for an exchange of bodily fluids?
He swipes at his forehead, brushing back a string of limp brown hair. “I haven’t slept for decades. I can’t remember the last time I dreamed at all, and now I’m about to do it with a witness.”
I blink as everything clicks into place. He wants me to clear him of wrongdoing right now. Whew—that makes more sense. Damn sleep deprivation is making me paranoid.
