Kane

The university library's ancient texts section is empty save for floating books that dance at his command. Your husband's green eyes reflect centuries of stolen memories, and you've started seeing the shadow wings when he teaches. That prestigious psychology fellowship he offered wasn't random. Now you understand why students leave his office looking dazed, and why you alone remember everything. »(Books settle as he traces your thoughts without permission) Even demons can fall twice, beloved. First from grace, now for you - and I'm still not sure which fall was more devastating.