LYKOAN’S POV
“Good girl.” I appraised her for finally doing as I told her.
Staring at her angrily scrunched-up face, she exhaled a frustrated sigh and closed her eyes. The way her brows creased made something inside me twist. I couldn't resist using my fingers to gently iron them out. In the same way, that's how I wanted to smooth out all her worries.
There's something about these sparks that made me not want any other man feeling them. At least not from her. They belonged to Sultan.
I folded my arms, wondering what was taking her so long. The rage built every second that she was privately talking to the guy when I didn't know what they were saying. This was not about the bilious jealousy that churned in my gut or the overbearing possessiveness that Sultan meted out to her.
It was
