The Other Side of Tarik; Hunter.

"One thing I'm not gon' let you do is call me by that idiot's name."

Clea gaped. "...what?"

"Get with the program. You're talking to Hunter right now, not Tarik. I don't want this meetup but I couldn't sleep because you're weighing me down." He eyed her. "So, what is it? What's the issue? Come on, drop it. You do know the first step to solving a problem is sharing it."

Clea opened her mouth and stuttered. "...you're not Tarik?"

He huffed. "No, we've clarified that."

That was the problem. The man in front of her was very much Tarik. His shirt was unbuttoned, and his hair was curved to a different angle, but it was definitely, definitely, Tarik. And what was he saying about her soul?

"And my soul was weighing you down, stopping you from sleeping?"

He sighed like he was losing his temper. That, was a very non-Tarik move. Tarik was someone who you'd never guess was capable of losing his temper. "You were sad. I could feel it. And I couldn't sleep. Yes, it was your soul weighing me down."