He looked at Tolga with a brave corner of his eye. Tolga, too, did not seem to be enjoying watching us at this tense moment. He left the house in a blink of an eye. My hand was still hanging on Cesur's arm.
"What is the problem?" ' Brave asked. "If you don't want to stay here, let's go to you."
This sudden change in me was followed by surprise. The arms that wrapped around each other last night were now itching to leave, and Cesur wasn't happy about it one iota.
"It's not where I'm staying," I said, taking a deep breath. His eyes closed. He quickly pulled his arm from between my fingers. His shoulders were tense.
He opened his eyes. The wild wolf inside him seemed to be counting down to get out. His pupils were dilated and almost yellowed. "The question is who you're staying with, isn't it?"
His chest heaved rapidly. "Would you like to stay with Kuzgun? I wonder if you resisted this much when you were at his house."
