'Me? Do I have one? Haha.' Tara leaned her back against the wall, her hands slipping into her pockets out of habit. 'You never ask about my life, so I'm a bit shocked. Aha, the whole family knows, and you're the only one who doesn't— I already have a lover. She's an omega.'
'So your love for me and for her is different. That's obvious. Some stupid ugly brat once said that even a criminal's family still loves their kid because of the family bond.'
'Well... of course it's different. Who's the brat anyway? He's not wrong, though...' Tara muttered, nodding at Zion's words.
'How do you know you love her?' Zion asked, completely ignoring Tara's question.
'...'
The question made Tara pause. Images of her lover's delicate face and sweet smile flooded her mind, making her clear her throat as an involuntary smile tugged at her lips.
It was a difficult question— one that couldn't be answered with mere words.
