"I didn't want any trouble." Boma whined.
Donovan was silent for a moment as he considered her words.
"Come over here and sit with me." He said, gently patting the spot beside him.
Boma marvelled at his level of control over his temper. In time past, she would be in hell right now, but he was willing to talk to her. His action gave her confidence.
She rose and met him at the couch, sitting down beside him.
"I'm sorry." She said again.
"What do you want?" He asked. "I don't understand you anymore. In fact, I feel like you are starting to take me for granted, Boma." His voice was low, a stony edge surrounding it.
Boma feared him reverting to his old actions towards her in times like this.
"Please, I won't do it again. He was just talking to me."
"And saying what?" Donovan thundere
