Chapter 192 Another Game Plan

• Andrew Kane (POV)
• Concentrating on the game at hand was thrice as hard as warding off the thought, shaking my head like I could dislodge it. It clung, cold and sticky.
• I groaned inwardly when Elena's face came to mind when I confronted her about what she said. I have never felt bad about anything like this. Not even ripping off someone's throat made me feel remorseful for my actions. The hurt was palpable and I knew it would sit between us at the table like a third person, eating none of the food.