Kane POV
The scent of pancakes wafted through the air as I stepped out of the shower, droplets of water still clinging to my skin as I grabbed a towel. I had told her to wait for me, that we'd make breakfast together, but of course, she had her own plans. Elena was stubborn like that—independent to the core—and while it occasionally annoyed me, I couldn't deny how much I admired her for it.
By the time I walked into the kitchen, she was flipping pancakes onto a plate, her movements relaxed and confident. "You're impatient," I said, leaning against the doorway and crossing my arms.
She didn't even look up. "I figured I'd save us both the misery of waiting for you to try and poison me with whatever it was you made last time."
I chuckled, shaking my head as I pulled a chair out at the table. "They weren't that bad."
