NARINE’S POV
The loud thud of the bedroom door crashing open jolted me out of sleep like a gunshot.
My heart launched itself against my ribs. I sat up so fast that the world spun. My first thought was that something was wrong. But instead, standing there in the doorway like some vengeful goddess of war, was her.
Hasmik sauntered in like a panther, gracious in her movement and looking every bit the sexy weapon she knew she was. Her long black coat fluttered behind her as she stepped in, her hips swayed with the kind of poise that made even silence shrink away in respect. and her dark eyes cut straight through me.
I suddenly felt guilty as I remembered how our last encounter went. She took me shopping, made me laugh, gave me a piece of normal, and I threw it back in her face without any
