Kane POV
"We need to do something so I can differentiate you," she said, her voice trembling but determined. "I don't want to fall into that trap again."
She was right.
I couldn't blame her. After what Dean pulled, it was no wonder she wanted to avoid ever being in that position again. The thought of her mistaking him for me again made my blood boil—not at her, but at him for exploiting her trust.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think of a solution. "You're right," I said. "We need to make sure this never happens again."
Her brows knitted together. "But how? He looks exactly like you… smells like you… even sounds like you. How am I supposed to tell the difference?"
I sighed, hating that she had to deal with this at all. "Dean and I share the same base scent because we were once the same person. But there are subtle differences. You've already noticed them—like how his behavior doesn't match mine."
