72. The Snob

Morning came, and with it, a foul mood. Tatum had returned home a little later than he had expected last night. It hadn’t been as easy hiding in plain sight as it had been when he moved around in his dark cloak.

He had still called some unwanted attention to himself but had managed to avoid causing a huge scene. His stay at Healer Freya’s shop had been long but thankfully Stephan had slept through it as she had given him a sleeping drug for some pain he still suffered from.

Tatum had been relieved to find the palace asleep. The last thing he needed was to run into someone nosy enough to ask him questions.

It hadn’t been up to ten minutes before he too gave himself to deep sleep. His dreams had been about Baka. He couldn’t be free of her.

Maybe that was what had him in a foul mood this morning. He couldn’t afford his disposition. It was unacceptable. He was spending the day with Tamara Trinity, the winner of the games. She wouldn’t appreciate his mood. He wouldn’t appreciate his mood.