Taylor
I didn’t know what to expect when I agreed to let Tatum come inside my home. Not that I had a choice. The moment he crossed the ward with ease, I thought I was seeing things. I had watched the ward throw men who tried to cross illegally, hundreds of yards away.
Tatum walked through it as if it was not even there.
“There are things about what I’m doing that may sound confusing, but I want you to hear me out before you just shoot down what I’m saying.”
“Okay,” I replied. It was clear it didn’t matter where I tried to run, he was going to find me. The only thing I could do was hope that when I finished listening to him, he would respect me when I said no and asked him to leave.
Taking a deep breath, I stared at him, our eyes locked, as a sense of determination seemed to flow over
