Chapter 152

Kane fell asleep less than an hour after we ate dinner.

It was frustrating trying to get him to eat. He pushed the food around his plate, and when I finally convinced him to take a bite, he gagged, his lips pulling downwards in disgust, and tried to push the food away. “Tastes like dust.”

“I know, but you have to eat it anyway. Nothing will taste good for a while.”

Sitting there, watching him force the food down his gullet, made me nauseous with concern. He’s bound and determined to stay dead inside until after his father’s execution, the consequences be damned.

I stand by the side of our bed, looking down at my mate. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, his relaxed and calm face – I can almost believe that he’s all right, and not turning into an emotionless monster -- which is exactly what he’ll become in the end.

I’ve seen it before. Even with protection, the soul reapers eat bits of your soul away, and if you go deep enough, and often enough, it becomes nearly impossible to r