Elena's POV
So, yeah. After… well, you know what happened—that—I thought maybe, just maybe, things would settle down. My face was still burning, my breathing hadn't fully calmed, and I couldn't even look at Kane without replaying everything in my head. Every single detail of what he'd done, of how he'd made me feel, was fresh, raw, and… overwhelming.
But of course, Kane being Kane, wasn't done with me yet.
He was grinning at me like a smug, overconfident wolf who'd just cornered his prey. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and I could see it—the gears turning in his head as he planned his next move.
"You're all flushed, love," he said, his voice teasing and low as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. "Maybe you need a bath to cool down."
I blinked up at him, still trying to string together coherent thoughts. "A… a bath?"