Kane looks like he has half a thought to go after the guy, but then he moves toward me with two quick steps, until he's close enough to lift his hand and grip my chin, his eyes boring into mine. "Are you okay?" he demands in a voice that is somehow equal parts urgent and comforting. "Did he hurt you?" "No," I say, breathless in my answer. "He didn't hurt me." Even still, Kane takes a moment to look over my body, his touch shifting to cradle my face instead. It isn't until I grip his forearm with my own hand that his attention snaps back to my face.
