Elena POV:
Before I could even process the implication of his words, the real Kane's eyes widened in horror. The second Kane smirked wider, clearly relishing the chaos he was stirring up. Meanwhile, my Kane—the real Kane—froze, his expression shifting from fury to dawning realization. It was as if he'd finally pieced together what had caused this entire mess.
"Elena," he started, stepping toward me cautiously, like I was a skittish animal about to bolt.
"Stop," I snapped, holding up a hand. My chest felt tight, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Are you telling me this whole thing was because you—" I pointed at the second Kane, glaring daggers—"are the one who was screwing around with Ashley?"
The second Kane laughed, a low, mocking sound that made me want to throw something at him. "Guilty as charged, sweetheart."