Why, oh why had she appeared in front of him again? Dastan wondered frantically as he watched Maera’s retreating back with clenched fists. Just when he was on the verge of putting her at the back of his mind.
Damn that Claire Boston anyway and her poisonous tongue. That malevolent b***h had no qualms about humiliating that defenseless woman in front of everyone. Now, she was playing the victim now.
“What did I say?” Claire asked with faked doe-eyed innocence, and Dastan had to tighten his clenched fists to prevent himself from shaking her. What was the need to strip Maera of her dignity in such a derogatory way?
“I’m going to say this once and for all Claire. Who I f*ck is none of your business. What we shared was over years ago,” he enunciated clearly, and was glad when every trace of
