Elena POV:
Breakfast with Kane had started off surprisingly normal, considering the chaos that was my life lately. His goofy antics and warm presence helped me momentarily forget the horrors of the night before. The nightmare—or more accurately, the vision—lingered at the edge of my mind, a constant, suffocating reminder of what had transpired.
Then the star of that very nightmare appeared.
Dean zoomed into the dining room without so much as a knock or an announcement. Of course, I shouldn't have expected him to. The air in the room shifted instantly, and a shiver ran down my spine. My hand gripped my fork tightly as I fought to stay composed.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Kane growled, his voice dripping with fury.
