Chapter 8 Nakia
What the actual f**k?
Humiliation burned in the pit of Nakia’s stomach. Okay, she knew she wasn’t the same person she was sixteen years ago, and Rohn clearly wasn’t the same guy. Fine. They were strangers. She’d deal. But for him to just dismiss her without even a word? No discussion, no explanation, and not even a hello.
Fuck that, and f**k Rohn Ogana if he thought he could treat her that way.
She seethed in anger during the journey to his quarters. Vaguely aware of the curious stares as other Mahdfel warriors passed them in the corridor, she kept her focus trained on the back of Rohn’s head.
He was still handsome. The iron gray hair and the gold metalwork in his horn added to his rough appeal, and that made her angrier. He transcended silver fox and went straight to
