Chapter 52 Someone Has To Be

SARGIS'S POV

We barged into the room out of breath. The scent of perfume and tension saturated the air like a fog.

Relief flooded through me when I noticed the atmosphere wasn't chaotic.

Narine was sitting on the bed, untouched, with no signs of a brawl.

"Onika," I called.

She turned at the s...

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