Third person's POV
The sound of Kade’s voice froze the air. Liora’s body went rigid. Her breath caught as she turned, the echo of his words still hanging in the space between them. Rowan didn’t move, his arm still loosely around her waist, his expression unreadable. For a second, no one spoke. The silence felt like a living thing — sharp, waiting, dangerous.
Kade stood framed in the doorway, disbelief carved into every line of his face. His eyes darted between Liora’s parted lips, the fallen scarf on the floor, and Rowan’s still hand resting against her waist. Color drained from his face, replaced almost instantly by a burning, unfiltered rage.
“What the hell is this?” His voice was low at first, strained, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Then it cracked —
