Kane & Raven: The Beasts Within

The lights in the maximum-security wing were a perpetual murky yellow, and the air carried a layer of blood-rust stench no amount of washing could lift. The man called Dorian Vance had been here three months, and already three guards had been broken by him. He did everything on pure impulse, and when he fought, he fought like a brute beast that felt no pain. When his seven-foot-six frame stood before the iron bars, he blocked the light so completely it couldn’t slip past him. No one dared go near his cell, and no one could subdue him. But Seraphina Thorne refused to buy into that myth. She was twenty-four, the stars on her epaulettes gleaming brighter than anyone else’s. Before she was transferred to this dead-end place, the directive from above had been just four words—“Meet violence with violence.” She took off her cap and walked straight toward the cell at the deepest end. Beyond the iron door…