SARGIS’S POV
The second the door slammed shut behind Onika, I exhaled loudly. She’d finally pushed me to the wall.
And the worst part? I hadn’t wanted this, not really. I’d held out hope she would snap out of whatever madness had engulfed her lately. That she’d remember who she used to be before the delusions, the scheming, the venom she cloaked in charm. But that Onika was long gone, I see that now.
I shook my head at her mute stunt, just when I thought she couldn’t sink any lower.
I turned back to the room.
Narine still stood in the same spot near the door. There was a subtle awkwardness in her stance, like she was unsure if she should run or stay.
My gaze drifted to Hasmik, who was coughing quietly, her hand was still pressed against her throat. My stomach turned.
Onika had nearl
