Elaine
I froze where I sat, my fingers gripping the jagged edge of the ravine, as my eyes drank in the man standing before me. He was… Kave. Or at least, he could have been. At first glance, the resemblance was uncanny—the dark, damp hair falling in a messy curtain over his forehead, the sharp line of his jaw, the firm set of his mouth. My chest tightened as I realized how eerily he mirrored the man I called my mate. But the aura he carried… it wasn’t Kave. It was something harder, colder. Dangerous.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. My gaze traced the taut muscles beneath his shirt, the subtle curve of his nose as if it had been broken once, the strength in his shoulders that seemed to radiate power. There was a confidence in him, the kind of quiet intensity that told you he didn’t t
