Third personal POV
By the time the clock neared midnight, the bar had grown louder, the air heavier, the floor stickier from spilled alcohol. Kade’s friends were restless, caught between concern, irritation, and the uncomfortable realization that they had no idea what to do with the barely-conscious heir slumped at their table.
“He’s not waking up,” someone muttered, snapping his fingers near Kade’s face. “Hey. Kade. You alive?”
The man only groaned and sank deeper, like gravity had doubled just for him.
“We can’t leave him like this.”
“No s**t. We need someone who actually knows how to handle him.”
“Selene?” one suggested half-heartedly.
A round of immediate, unanimous groans.
“No.”
“Hell no.”
“She’d call his father before even checking if he’s breathing.”
