KADE'S POV
I felt the argument before I heard it.
That was the curse of being the one who saw things before they happened — not always clearly, not always in time to stop them, just enough to know when a storm was already moving through the house before the first shout ever broke the silence. Roman's fury and Vance's wounded pride had been building for weeks, two pressure systems circling each other, and today they'd finally collided.
I didn't need to be in the room to know what was being said. I'd seen pieces of it already, fractured and disjointed the way my visions always came to me — Roman's hands flat on his desk, Vance's jaw tight with something he wouldn't admit to feeling, Mara's name surfacing in the wreckage of their argument like she always did when the two of them ran out of
