Cain Pov
I pulled my shirt off, throwing it to the side, cracking my neck as I took one more step back. Despite him saying he wanted a word with me, I knew exactly how he wanted to talk to me. Jem grinned at me, noticing me preparing myself, acknowledging him as a person I didn’t really want to f**k with, not when we were both seriously pissed off. Though the thing with Jem, he was a master of masks, and I could never tell if he was happy or sad just off of his facial expression. His lips were permanently etched in a line, his eyes piercing, always piercing, in the way that his daughters did when she stared into me. It didn’t help that he had the same eye color as hers and I was trying not to let it throw me off, wondering if he was staring at me so intently on purpose because he knew how
