KAINE’S POV
I stand in corner of the room, looking at Carissa. She lies there, asleep. She’s alive even though every logical part of me tells me she shouldn’t be. How is she alive? She was dead. I saw it with my own eyes, felt the life drain from her body. There’s no way to explain this.
I’m restless, uneasy. My muscles are tense and I fight the urge to step closer, to touch her and make sure this isn’t some twisted dream.
My instincts scream at me—something is off. Something is wrong. She was dead.
I lean against the wall, folding my arms across my chest as I watch her sleep. She looks so fragile, so peaceful. But I know better than anyone: nothing about this situation is peaceful. The energy she radiates, even in her sleep, is wrong. It’s different. I don’t know how to explain it. T
