Chapter 29 Keep It A Secret

• Kayne staggered back, his cheek throbbing where Virgil’s fist had landed, a hot rush of pain twitching under his skin.
• Blood trickled from his lip, mixing with the sweat streaking his face. His curly, messy hair clung to his forehead, wild and matted, and his torn shirt fluttered, revealing the faint glow of his swollen belly, pulsing like a trapped star—which it could be— His brown eyes, usually sharp with snark, stared at Virgil, hollow, empty, as if the tower had stolen more than just his strength.
• Virgil stood rigid, his knuckles red, chest heaving. His blonde hair fell into his hazel eyes, burning with rage. He was hurt, yes. Kayne should never have said that.