162 A Declaration Doesn't Have To Be Powerful To Matter

Gadiel

June 3, 6:10 pm, Paris, France

Gadiel kept staring at Tarik throughout their meeting with the captain of the troops. Tarik was the one talking, so there wasn't any issue there, except for the fact that Tarik was getting slowly more annoyed at Gadiel's staring. They shared a connection, after all. Both of them could feel what the other was feeling.

Which was why Gadiel knew that the little shadow he'd seen pass over Tarik's face wasn't in his imagination. He had felt those complex feelings come over Tarik before Tarik had forcefully suppressed them.

"So we're not asking for much," Tarik went on, flashing an annoyed glance at Gadiel. "Is this acceptable?"