--Knight’s POV--

"How was she?"

Lucas slammed himself into the seat in front of my table. He smirked and snatched the glass of rum placed on the table.

"Better than you."

I gritted my teeth and tried to hold the fuse that was ready to burst inside me. Better what? Better than me? When did I ever get better since we split up?

"She’s on fire, bro. Doing fine. Looking good." Lucas added. I glared at him.

He wiggled his brows. "She even has this mocking smile on her face."

I breathed out and ...