Chapter 27

Aaron tried not to squirm in his chair under Tara’s gaze. The way Tara was looking at him made him feel like a five-year-old caught with his hand inside a cookie jar. He wanted to confess all his wrongdoings to her. He wished she would look away. Throughout dinner, Tara’s piercing green gaze had rarely left him.

Tara was a petite, scrawny old woman with a shock of brilliant blue hair framing her face. She was dressed in a floaty green kaftan that matched her eyes. Although there were lines on her olive face–around her eyes, around her mouth–she did not look a hundred and fifty years old. More like mid-forties in human years. It wasn’t very surprising. Shifters and magical folk aged a lot slower than humans.

Aaron had not had many chances to interact with the magical folk. Maybe he had even deliberately stayed away from them after the unfortunate and embarrassing incident with the vengeful witch. His ears went hot whenever he thought about it, even though nearly two decades had passed