Elena POV:
Okay. Call me a bitch. I deserve it. After all, I was the one running away from him, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. And yet, here I was, crouched on the stairs, watching him. Stalking him, almost. Why? Why did I care? Why was I watching him, knowing full well I planned to leave?
And worse, why did I want to march down there and murder that stupid floozy sprawled across his couch?
I know I shouldn't care. I don't even want to admit it to myself, but the jealousy? It was eating me alive. I blame Zena—my wolf. She couldn't keep her emotions in check, always pushing me to stay with him, to claim him. Her feelings were overriding mine, and I hated it. Ohh Goddess help me, I peeked again.
Kane stood at the door, looking exhausted and worn down, like he hadn't slept in days. My chest twinged. Almost—I repeat, almost—I felt sorry for him.
And then, his eyes opened.
