XARION'S POV
Megan glares at me, waiting for an explanation, but I ignore her, my eyes locked on Vance. “We need to talk.”
"No, we don't," she snaps in annoyance. "You need to leave."
"I'm not talking to you, Megan," I bite out, my gaze still fixed on Vance. "I'm talking to him."
Vance leans back in his chair, his expression shifting from surprise to guarded. "I don't think we have anything to discuss, Xarion."
"Don't you?" I counter, stepping closer. "You're sitting here with my ex-wife. The mother of my children. I think that gives me plenty to say."
"Ex-wife," Vance emphasizes, his tone pointed. "Which means she's free to do whatever she wants. With whoever she wants."
My jaw clenches, and I take another step forward. "Stay away from her, Vance."
"Or what?" Vance challenges, ris
