Dariel's [POV]

I clutch the replacement remote in my hand, my eyes locked on the screen. The last image on the monitor is of Kade marching the man in a leather jacket with the greasy smirk out of the club.

Then I sink back in my seat, my furious intent to pound down the stairs and throw myself at the guy poised to grab Lily no longer necessary.

I return the remote to the desk, beside the invoices and orders I should be going over.

It's been a long time since I've seen Kade with more of a ...