Avannah's POV
“Do Divine’s lips taste good?”
I asked the question calmly, though frustration coiled tight in my chest. Raider was standing just outside my apartment. I watched him through the window, with no intention of opening the door. I didn’t want him anywhere near me. Just the sight of his face was enough to irritate me.
“Huh?” He looked genuinely startled. “What do you mean—Divine’s lips? I don’t understand what you’re saying, honey. Please… open the door so we can talk properly. Not like this, with me standing out here.”
I didn’t buy it. Not for a second.
He was pretending again. And I refused to fall for it. If I let him in, he’d only twist things around and make me feel foolish—like he always did.
“Stop it,” I snapped. “You’re not fooling me anymore. Not this time, Raider.
