Donovan watched her, observing her fear as he kept beckoning her forward.
"Boma," he said.
"Yes."
"Come here."
Boma remained still, frozen by fear.
"I said come here."
"Are you angry?" She couldn't tell. A dark glint in his eyes made her suspect that he was.
The confusion scared her more than the assurance. It would have been better if he clearly showed his anger. At least, that way, she would have an idea of what to expect.
"I'm not angry. Just come closer." He urged.
She shook her head. "I didn't mean to say... I didn't mean to say what I just said."
"Draw closer, Boma. Don't make me repeat that." His tone was stern now.
She carefully scooted herself close to him, struggling to control the storm of jitters rising within her.
"Now, repeat what you just said to me a few seconds
