“Fuck your apology, Kane. Fuck this warehouse. Fuck everything. I’m done!”
I start toward the gas can, but before I reach it, a large hand closes over my arm.
“I don’t think so, princess.”
The rage thrumming through my veins dies for a second at that deep voice.
The deep voice that belongs to a dead man.
I’m imagining things. This isn’t real.
My gaze darts down to my forearm, and the fingers wrapped around it are flesh and blood. Not those of a ghost.
Those big hands send an avalanche of memories tumbling down, crushing my lungs.
No. It’s not possible. He’s—
“Temperance—”
He says my name, and I snap out of my momentary paralysis to whip around to stare up into icy blue eyes that are now as familiar as my own.
My heart slams in my chest as shock floods my system.
Kane.
He’s alive.
He’s alive.
This isn’t possible.I shake my head, trying to break whatever hallucination I’ve somehow gotten lost in.
He’s a ghost.That’s the only thing that makes sense.
The hand on my arm grips tighter. It’s big and strong andreal.
“How ... you—” I can’t get out anything coherent as I jerk my gaze back to his face. “I don’t understand.” My entire body shakes, sending vibrations through my voice.
“I did what I had to do.”
His words send a completely new level of rage boiling through me.
“You did what you had to do? You killed my brother!”
My scream ends on a ragged note as I rip my arm from his hold and flail to grab the closest object that can double as a murder weapon. My fingers wrap around a piece of pipe, and I swing it at his head. Kane latches onto it before it can connect, not even wincing at the impact against his palm.
“Temperance—”
“How could you?” My scream echoes through the warehouse, sounding as demented as I feel.
I jerk the pipe back, intending to swing again, but he yanks it out of my grip and sends it flying. It clangs when it hits the concrete floor, and my instincts roar.
I’m going to make him hurt as badly as I have.
I reach for the wrench, but before I can close my hand around it, Kane’s thick arms wrap around me, caging me like a straitjacket.
“Let me go!”
“Never.” His deep voice rumbles in my ear, and I struggle against him as he holds me tight. “Never, Temperance. I will never fucking let you go. And I swear to Christ, I didn’t kill your brother. He’s as alive as I am. I promise. I would never fucking hurt anyone you love.Never.I’d end my own life first.”