I nodded.
‘When he looks carefully he knows,’ he said with a half smile. ‘When he mixes with you humans and your habits, he loses sight of this. You don’t lose sight of it ever.’
I blinked, without understanding a thing. And at the same time, even if I didn’t understand, I felt guilty. Guilty with regards to Adrian. Without a real reason why. In reality, I had never done anything wrong.
‘No, but you want to,’ Tyr said, pouring salt into the wound, with his calm tone.
‘I don’t…’ I murmured.
‘And what’s the rest? “Disgusting”. And then… I’m hungry. You can feel my hunger. You can see my hunger. And this hurts you.’
‘Can I lean my head on your chest?’ I asked.
For a moment Tyr seemed surprised. Then he nodded.
I approached him and I placed my forehead on his chest, on the silk pyjama.
