Chapter 135: Too Hot For You To Hold
[TAMIKO]
Tamiko watched in silence as his father’s wounds closed and his breathing became steady. It was almost like he had given his dear father a miracle drug, when in reality he had just done what would make his erasthai happy.
The boy was still at odds with his father and no one could blame him for wanting to keep his distance. Besides, some wounds were way too deep and would take a lot of time to heal.
"He should be fine now," Tamiko voiced, as he looked at his erasthai who was holding his arm. Kosta looked proud of Tamiko, almost like his erasthai didn’t just tell him that the decision was made solely for the happiness of the barbarian.
But what of Tamiko’s happiness? Would the boy only ever be happy with Kosta and not the rest of the people who cared about him? What about the bonds that had been forced apart? Oh, Tamiko had a lot to think of but he couldn’t do that at the moment.
He didn’t have the time to make scenarios in his head because frankly, he wasn’t even ready to face his own father. So, when the king opened his eyes, Tamiko teleported away from the man, leaving Konstantin and his king in the tent.
"He really does hate me, huh?" King Zaffuto asked when he saw his son disappear like the wind. It hurt his heart; if he was being honest with himself, but perhaps he should have expected that from the boy he owed a happy life anyway.
"You’re up, my king," Kosta said, not commenting on what his king had just said. Besides, even if he was to make a comment, what the fuck was he supposed to say? Whose side was he supposed to be on when they both had his loyalty?
"I wouldn’t blame you; you know. Even I would do whatever it takes to make my son happy," King Zaffuto said and the Lycan chief stared at him wondering what the fuck the king was on this time.
This man was an unpredictable creature and Kosta wasn’t about to pretend that he understood whatever the fuck his master was talking about. If the king wanted them to communicate, then he needed to talk in a language that both of them understood, into whatever the hell he was having in his mind.
Or maybe it was the gibberish caused by his fast and the inane travels he had undertaken in the past weeks.