Page 63 of The Enforcers: KANE

Kane yelling. Jace’s icy voice. Israel growling and Wolf growling and it all hurt so much…

Something sharp stabbed her in the arm.

And then Kane’s voice in her ear, his arms around her again. “I’ve got you, Raven. You’re safe. We’re taking you home…”

And she just let go and let herself fall into the darkness.

* * *

Kane sat in an easy chair next to his bed, watching Rachelle sleep. They’d brought her back to Silverlake and he’d insisted on putting her here, in his cabin. She belonged here.

She was so pale, and even though she was unconscious, her face was still lined with pain.

He should have never let her try that stunt. He should have known that Selina couldn’t be caught that easily. He wished to hell he knew what kind of trap she’d laid inside the minds of those tortured shifters—and how she knew exactly how to get to Rachelle.

Did that mean she’d targeted Rachelle specifically? The thought made his blood run cold. But if Selina had Gen-X’s records, she’d know what Rachelle was capable of. Maybe better than Rachelle herself did.

He just wished there was more he could do for her.

On a whim, he fished in his bedside drawer for the gold coin she’d given him. He pressed it into her hand, folding her fingers around it, and then sat back down and took her other hand in his.

Maybe she’d feel him here, and maybe it would give her comfort.

He laid his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, trying to focus on pushing some kind of healing energy into her. He didn’t know how this stuff worked, and half the time he didn’t even believe in it. But he’d seen Jace pull Emma back from death with the healing power of the mating bond the night they’d joined together.

He and Rachelle weren’t mates. Not yet, anyway. Maybe she didn’t want to be.

But the moment she’d flown across the room, and he’d seen her convulse in agony, he knew.

He couldn’t lose her. She was his one and only. Always had been, always would be.

If something was hurting her, he and Wolf had to stop it.

Ours, Wolf agreed. Protect her.

Working on it, buddy.

God, he was tired. He felt himself drifting off, like he was surrounded by a dark fog. He felt like he was in a cave, but it was so dark even his wolf vision could barely make anything out. Just shapes, and the sound of wings. Not bats, but feathered wings, like giant birds.

Kane?

Was that Rachelle’s voice?

Raven? He called out. Where are you?

He felt a brush of wings, and then her warm skin. She pressed up against him. I can’t see you.

But he could feel her. His hand tangled in her silky hair and his lips found hers. So sweet…

He felt a tug inside him, and then it felt like a cool river passed through him, into Rachelle. Was this what healing energy felt like? He held the kiss, the connection…

“Kane?”

He startled awake. Israel was standing in the doorway.

“Sorry, man,” his friend said. “Jace and that Agency asshole want to talk to us in the living room.”

Kane shook his head. “I can’t leave her alone.”