When his eyes finally meet mine, cutting through the rain and distance separating us, I see the battle raging within them. He knows what he needs to do, and yet he isn’t. Kai’s voice trembles like his hands. “I should bury this blade in your throat.” And he could easily do it too. I have no weapons, no will, no energy to try to stop him. My voice sounds as ragged as I feel. “Then do it.” He’s shaking his head at me, looking just as disgusted with himself as he is with me. “I will. I should.”
