Elena POV
"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped, glaring at Dean—fake Kane—who was standing at the front door with a smug grin, holding it open like he owned the place.
His presence was unnerving, to say the least. Everything about him screamed Kane: the way he stood, the way his voice carried, even his scent. But there was something… off. A darkness that lingered around him, like a shadow that didn't belong.
Dean smirked, unbothered by my tone. "That isn't a nice way to talk to your guest now, is it?" he said smoothly, stepping aside and motioning for me to enter.
Behind me, I heard a low growl. Kane was off the car in an instant, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. He was at my side, his eyes locked on Dean, every muscle in his body tense and coiled like a spring.
I felt his anger like a wave crashing against me, but my attention remained on the imposter.