“Sure,” Kane smirks, grabbing my collar and jerking me forward. “But it won’t make you feel any better. Trust me.” “Yeah, yeah.” “I’m serious,” Toren says, jerking me again. “I’ve been doing this for years.” “And?” “And what? Still feels like I got shot in the fucking stomach and I’m bleeding out.” He lands a hit square to my abdomen, but I tense, seeing it coming. “It never stops, and it never hurts less.”
