Chapter Eighty-Seven - Confession Time

Amy’s POV

I went to see Kane in the dungeon, finding no pleasure in the irony of it. We’d begun this way and now an ending was in sight. Trembling, I ordered him to be cut down. The whites of his eyes were red, though I knew there’d been no vampire incursion. At least, not one which appeared in the jailer’s log.

Trying not to worry too much about conspiracies, I asked myself once more why there was so little blood on him and very few stains on his clothes.

We took the elevator, accompanied by a stern looking Darius. I had never felt less like groping anyone.

I asked the Gamma to wait outside, assuring him it wouldn’t take long. In fact, I had no way of knowing that.

“Take a shower,” I ordered. “And no funny business.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what I meant by that.

He raised a brow.

“Not even for the cameras?”

I shoved him, harder than I had meant to, and he stumbled. It gave me no satisfaction whatsoever.

Then I sat down to wait.

A naked Kane emerged, rubbing himself down with a towel.