Working together was chaos.
Every conversation turned into a battle.
Every glance held history.
Every touch burned longer than it should.
One night, while planning an attack, Shayyna snapped—
"You think you control everything. You don't."
Arayz stepped closer, towering over her. "And you think you're not affected by me. That's the real lie."
Her breath hitched—but she didn't step back.
"Try me."
He leaned in, voice barely a whisper—
"I already am."