Kane POV:
One thing was crystal clear: I had to make things right with my mate. Elena wasn't just furious—she was downright livid. I couldn't blame her. Hell, if the roles were reversed, I'd probably have torn down the walls by now. But no matter how justified her anger was, I had to figure out how to chip away at it. I needed her forgiveness, and I knew I'd have to work harder than I ever had before to earn it. Small gestures wouldn't erase the mistakes I'd already made, but they were a start. Right?
When she finally calmed down a bit, sniffling and glaring daggers at me all the same, I gently asked her if she'd like to take a bath. Honestly, she needed it after all the chaos—and I couldn't imagine her stepping outside in that wrinkled, tear-soaked t-shirt of mine. She nodded reluctantly, clearly still too mad to speak more than necessary. Fine. I'd take whatever tiny victories I could get.
And, like always, I carried her to the bathroom.
