Kane POV
Fuck.
I knew that voice anywhere. It was mine—technically—but it wasn't me. Yeah, I get it, I sound like I'm talking complete mambo jumbo. But come on, my life has already gone to hell tonight. My mate is out here acting like she's auditioning for the next drama-filled soap opera, furious at me for reasons I still don't understand, and throwing herself at every idiot with a heartbeat. And now him.
Yeah, him.
The smirk on his face said it all. Too smug. Too cruel. Too... wrong. And the way he leaned against the wall, posture lazy and taunting, made every cell in my body boil with rage.
I call him Dean.
