Chapter 72

Kyle's eyes snapped open, the remnants of the shifting void still clinging to the edges of his vision. He sat bolt upright, jaw clenched so tight it ached. He was beyond exhausted, but the exhaustion was drowned out by a mounting, serrated anger. He was tired of it. Tired of the cryptic warnings, tired of being a pawn in games where the rules were hidden from him, and tired of being targeted by people whose motives remained shrouded in shadows. He didn't know why Michael had marked him for...