KADE’S POV
Vance had a particular way of being angry that most people missed entirely.
He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t throw things. He simply became very still, very precise, like a blade being drawn slowly rather than swung. Most people mistook the quiet for calm. I’d spent twenty five years watching him, and I knew better.
He was furious.
“You brought her here.” He said it the way you’d state a fact in a courtroom. Standing by the window of the east wing corridor, arms folded, looking out at nothing. “To the pack house. Tonight of all nights.”
“She came on her own.” I adjusted the brace on my arm, testing the weight of it. The painkillers were wearing off faster than they should have been. Another thing I wasn’t going to mention. “I just told them to let her in.”
“Right.” He
