“Arga?!”

Adrian’s voice thundered through Deviana’s living room that night. His gaze burned with fury when he found Arga standing there—with Deviana looking visibly nervous.

Deviana flinched, her body stiffening. “Adrian… I can explain—”

“Explain what?!” Adrian cut her off, his steps stomping against the floor, eyes blazing with anger. “You let this man into your house, Deviana?!”

Arga raised an eyebrow, calm despite Adrian’s piercing glare. “I only came to make sure Deviana is all right. She needed someone to talk to, Adrian.”

“Someone to talk to?!” Adrian scoffed, his fists clenching. “Don’t pretend to care! Do you think I don’t know what you’re after? You want to take...