45. The Feast

It had been a while since Tatum was scolded about anything, especially so passionately. The more he got to know Baka, the more he wanted to know more.

She had a fierce will and was not beyond putting herself in danger if it meant she could help someone.

She was afraid, but she never let her fear stop her from voicing out her opinions. Even before they became close, she defied him with her glare and mutinous curve of her mouth.

He loved her with everything that he was. Yet he was afraid it wasn’t mutual. She might have feelings for him, but she still saw him as a tyrant.

And he knew a part of her hated having feelings for him.

But she couldn’t stop it no more than he could stop his. In time, their feelings for each other would overwhelm them. They would be one in every sense of the word. He wanted that with every fibre of his being.

But maybe it was just wishful thinking.

He gazed down at the fragile human in front of him.

Stephan, Baka had called him. Aja’s brother.

He wondered if