SARGIS’S POV
We barged into the room out of breath. The scent of perfume and tension saturated the air like a fog.
Relief flooded through me when I noticed the atmosphere wasn’t chaotic.
Narine was sitting on the bed, untouched, with no signs of a brawl.
“Onika,” I called.
She turned at the sound of my voice and gave me her dazzling, gummy smile. She walked toward me with the slow confidence of a predator swaying her hips.
And then, without warning, she kissed me.
I stiffened in shock.
She cupped the back of my neck tightly, and pressed herself into me she used to. But I wasn’t that man anymore.
I shoved her back roughly.
“What the f**k was that for, Onika?” I snapped.
She pouted like a child denied her favorite toy. “What? Don’t you miss me?”
I didn’t even dignify it with an
