Elena's POV:
My head spun as I stood frozen in the alley. One moment, Kane had just yanked the leather-jacket guy away from me, looking as furious as I'd ever seen him. The next moment, there were two Kanes.
I blinked rapidly, sure the alcohol was playing tricks on me. But no, there they were—one standing in front of me, his fists clenched, his whole body vibrating with rage, and the other just a few feet away, leaning casually against the alley wall with an infuriatingly smug smile.
"What the hell..." I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Kane—the one who had stopped me earlier—whipped his head around, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the other Kane. His already furious expression somehow darkened even more, his entire frame stiffening with tension.