Chapter 82

Tara steadied her nerves, pushed the meal cart to Soren's door, and raised her hand to knock a few times. "It's not locked." Soren's voice came from inside. Tara pushed the door open and walked in quickly. She wanted to move as fast as she could, afraid Soren might get upset. Soren sat on the couch, watching her move efficiently like he might just… eat her alive. He spoke slowly, "Shawn's not as simple as he looks. Stay away from him." Tara hadn't expected him to say that instead of flying off the handle. She didn't really understand why Soren would say something like that, but he knew Shawn better than she did. Tara looked at Soren. His posture was relaxed, and neither his expression nor the tone of his voice suggested he was bluffing. But what did it matter to her if Shawn was complicated or not? It wasn't like she was going out of her way to get close to him. This morning, she had no choice but to share the ride with him. "You're overthinking it, Mr. Farrell. I didn't mean