Kane POV
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I fucked up.
I didn't think she'd find the damn room. I didn't think she'd get that far. I shouldn't have left her alone—I shouldn't have kept her locked away like some fragile thing that would break if the world touched her. I was trying to protect her. Trying.
But I should've known better.
Because now she had seen him.
She had seen Dean like that—and there was no coming back from it.
Her screams still echoed in my head. My back throbbed from where she had kicked me. My shoulder stung from where she had clawed me trying to get free. But still, I didn't dare put her down.
"Elena, please—just—" I tried to adjust her weight as she struggled, trying to slip free from my grip.
"FUCK YOU, KANE!" she shrieked, her fists hammering against my back. "You lied to me! YOU FUCKING LIED!"
I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. "I didn't lie. I protected you."