Kaz stood in the doorway, shadows curling around him like old friends. "You looked comfortable," he said, voice flat. "With him." His cane tapped once against the floor. "He touched you like he owned the right." Kaz stepped closer, his eyes unreadable, his tone lethal in its quietness. "If he tries that again, he won’t leave with both hands. Consider that a promise, not a threat." A pause. "Smile at him again like that, and I might not stop myself next time either."