AnabelleThe pounding on my door startled me, waking me from a nap I hadn't intended to take. My time with Kane had worn me out, though, and I was still wearing the same clothes I'd been wearing when I last saw him. I walked to the door, trying my best to keep my heart rate under control, when I heard Kane's voice through the door.
“Anabelle?” he called, pounding on the door again. “You in there? It's me.”
Something in the tone of his voice told me there was a problem. Kane wasn't somebody who got rattled easily, but judging by the near panic I heard in his voice, it sounded as if someone had died. Or worse.
“I'm here, Kane,” I said, fighting with the locks on my door.
As soon as the door swung open, Kane pulled me into a tight embrace and held me for several long moments.
“What's wron
