Reeva POV
What am I to you?
The question echoes in the room and in my mind like an uninvited guest who had found the liquor cabinet. I swallow hard, once, twice. It feels like my throat has forgotten how to work.
“I … uhm,” I begin, but my voice fails me. I can bark orders at thousands of warriors. Why is it so hard to be honest with one man?
“You what?” Hayden growls.
“My answer doesn’t matter,” I snap.
“Do you realise how insane that sounds?” he asks, frowning.
“It doesn't matter if you’re a choice or an obligation, because it won’t change our circumstances,” I reply heftily. “And we have bigger concerns than our feelings right now.”
“Don’t feed me that crap, Reeva,” he argues. “It matters to me because I love you. And you don’t love me, and that’s fine, but at the very least, yo
