Third person
Liora walked into the police station with a commanding aura that made every head turn to her immediately. Every eye followed her, the officers, the Pack’s enforcers stationed here, even some offender who didn’t fully understand what was happening.
At the far end of the room sat Kade. His face was swollen and purple, a remnants of Mirabel’s fist. The injuries should have humbled him. They hadn’t. The moment his eyes landed on Liora, something desperate and fevered lit within them. He half-rose from his chair.
“Liora—”
Her gaze cut to him, colder than frost. “Address me properly,” she said, voice flat, slicing through the air before he could say another word. “Miss Quinn will do.” She said after that. She knew what he was trying to do, addressing her informally to
