Third person's POV
Across town, Kade stood beneath the restaurant with a half-burned cigarette dangling from his fingers. The night air was cold against his skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat boiling under it. He lit another cigarette before the first had even finished burning. And another. He didn’t smoke.nAt least—not until tonight. The smoke curled around him in thick spirals, clinging to his clothes the way panic clung to his spine.
Liora’s face kept replaying in front of him. The way she’d spoken to him. The way she’d reached for Rowan like it meant nothing to her.mThat part hurt the most. She hadn’t even looked angry, she simply looked empty. An emptiness that said she had already moved on, and she didn’t even care that he was standing right there. Kade dragged a hand
