RAFAEL
"Didn't I warn you to stay away from Narra? Her father is dead, so what more do you want from her?" I asked when she opened the front door of her apartment.
"Gosh," she scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. "You mean to tell me you came here to tell me this?"
"I want you to stay away from Narra, Polly. Her father has died, and I thought that would be enough for you instead of continuing to torment her."
I was angry because she had no right to interfere in my business with Narra. It was none of her problem if I wanted to keep her around.
"Get off my face, Raf. My conversations with Narra shouldn't concern you, not if you didn't marry her because you had grown fond of her."
"Do you think I would love the daughter of our sworn enemy?" I scoffed. "I just don't
