Elena POV:
Waking up, I felt… weirdly rested. Probably the best night's sleep I'd had in a while. I stretched my arm lazily, only for it to stop mid-motion with a hard clink. My brain caught up to reality, and I remembered the situation—cuffed to him. Oh, right. The stupid buffoon.
That's when my morning officially went to hell.
Turning my head, I turned my head to glare at Kane, who was still fast asleep, his stupidly handsome face calm and relaxed, as if he hadn't spent the entire previous day being the bane of my existence. His dark lashes rested on his cheekbones, his lips slightly parted. Infuriatingly perfect, I thought. Too bad it was attached to someone with an equally infuriating personality. His arm was still chained to mine, and somehow, he managed to look unfairly handsome even in his sleep. His dark hair was messy, and his features were soft in a way that almost made him look harmless. Almost.