Chapter 244. Breaking Walls

“Torrin and Tara are step-siblings by the way. Her father married his mother when they were both five years old,” Colt said, and I could only stare at him.

That made zero sense. Tara? 

The composed, feminine elegance, image I had of Tara could not reconcile with the man I saw yesterday who seemed like he had stepped right off a pirate ship.

Colt was watching my expression with an amused smile. 

“Do you know what we call Tara at Velora?” his baritone droned as he leaned over the table to pluck a single chopstick from my numb fingers hanging midair. 

“Al Sayyida,” he said, and funneled half the vegetables from all the paper plates into my bowl of noodles, then handed the chopstick back.

“The Madame?” I asked, and he nodded. 

But I still couldn’t see it. The Tara, who I chatted with almost weekly and hung out with a couple of times did not strike me as… 

Suddenly it dawned on me that I was the only normal girlfriend Cold