Chapter 8

• The doorbell rang, and I rushed to answer it, my heart pounding like a drum. My breath hitched as I reached for the doorknob. *Kane is here!*
• But when I swung the door open, my blood turned to ice. A shiver raced down my spine, and my fists clenched instinctively.
• There they stood—my mother and younger sister, Jenna, their smiles wide and unnervingly bright. Their expressions twisted my stomach into knots, and I swallowed hard, fighting the bile rising in my throat. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt this way today.