Third person's POV
The moment Rowan Hayes appeared, the situation did not de-escalate the way any reasonable person might have expected. f anything, Kade Hayes became more reckless.
He staggered upright, brushing shattered porcelain from his sleeve, his expression twisting as his gaze bounced between Rowan and Liora. Pride, humiliation, and a stubborn refusal to concede tangled violently in his eyes.
“You don’t get to interfere,” Kade snapped hoarsely. “This is between me and my girlfriend.”
The word landed like a slap. Liora’s breath caught—not from surprise, but from sheer disbelief.
Raya let out a sharp laugh. “Have you lost what little sense you had left?” she threw at him. Rowan’s eyes darkened. He stepped forward just enough to remind Kade of the physical disparity b
