Chapter 20 The Eclipse Of Truth

• The heat radiating from Anna’s hand was enough to melt the frost on Caine’s shadow-skin, but it wasn't enough to kill the madness in his eyes.
• Caine’s hand—a twisted, ink-stained claw—gripped her wrist, but he didn't pull away. He leaned into the burn, a sick, guttural laugh rattling in his chest.
• "You always did have a fire in you, Anna," Caine whispered, the shadows around his mouth swirling like a vortex. "Even when you were scrubbing the floors, I could feel it. It drove me insane. I had to break you just to make sure you wouldn't burn me first."