Chapter 39: Healed with a Tackle

Blood dribbled down Cane's lip. Horror filled me, and I scanned his face for any other wounds or bruises. I'd done this to him, hurt him with my power.

"Yield," Cane said quietly once he'd stopped laughing.

I tried to scramble away from him, but his hands came around my hips, holding me in an iron grip.

"I hurt you."

Cane didn't look hurt at all. In fact, he eyed me like I was a hot dog, and it was the fourth of July.

"A little. It's superficial. It will heal in minutes."

He didn't drop his gaze, the hunger in it turning his eyes molten gold.

I frowned down at him.

"That's not the point."

Cane snorted.

"I beg to differ, but you're avoiding the real point. You cheated."

I glared at him, wanting to deny it, but we both knew I'd be lying.

The smile forming on his face became a full-fledged grin.

"You cheated?" Evan demanded, but he put too much bluster in his voice.

I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously?"