KANE
When he stepped inside, he stopped in his tracks.
Mona stood in the middle of his bedroom, his oversized white T-shirt swallowing her small frame. The fabric hung loose, falling just past her knees, exposing her bare legs beneath. Her red hair was pulled into a bun, damp strands sticking to her neck.
She looked... ethereal.
Kane clenched his jaw.
Dangerous. She was dangerous.
He forced himself to move, stepping past her to grab a blanket. He handed it to her, keeping his voice even.
"If you need anything, just knock."