Third person POV
Darla’s hand stayed in the air. Rowan didn’t blink. His fingers curled around the armrest of his chair, knuckles whitening. Then he watched Liora slowly straighten. She said something, calm, composed, not a hint of fear in her posture. Her eyes, even through the low-resolution footage, were icy. Measured. The kind of gaze that cut deeper than shouting ever could.Darla looked shaken for a second, then covered it with bravado and walked away.
Rowan sat still for a long moment after the video ended. His chest rose and fell once, slow, controlled.
“She wasn’t seriously hurt,” Saul said quietly. He sounded relieved, as if Rowan’s silence frightened him more than the earlier yelling.
“I can see that,” Rowan said.
He watched the final frame a moment longer, the s
