Dean's POV
In the case of Elena… let's just say it's complicated.
Hah. Who am I kidding?
It's not complicated at all.
It's simple. She's mine.
The first time I saw her, I was busy entertaining myself with a blonde—some eager little thing who had thrown herself at me, desperate to please. I didn't even bother remembering her name; she was just another distraction, another way to pass the time. She was all moans and submission, calling me "Master" as she ground against me, trying to please me. I barely paid attention.
Because that's when I saw her.
Elena.
Fiery. Beautiful. Angry.
She looked at me like I had committed some heinous crime. Like I had wronged her in some irredeemable way.
For a second, I was amused.
I thought she had mistaken me for Kane.