Poison
He smirks at her, tempted to give into the kiss.
If he were a different man he might.
Truth was fire was cleansing.
Hitting Aidian had felt good, but so had letting go.
He wasn't completely over what they had done.
But he was coming to terms with it.
He had a family to think about.
He knew who the real poison was, was looking at her, and if his wife wasn't standing there looking at them he'd let Greenlee know her poisonous tongue. But for now he'd let his wife squirm.
Was about time she did for a change.