Hun
Ana blinked, stunned by Tarkan's blunt statement. Her brain took a few seconds to register what he had just said.
Her expression shifted from shock to disbelief, then morphed into something even more extreme.
Almost involuntarily, her gaze dropped to her chest and sure enough… she was indeed flat.
Her face flushed with shame, a pink hue spreading across her cheeks.
She wanted to retort, to snap back that she was only sixteen, and that things would grow in time.
But just as the words reached her throat, her expression darkened. The reminder that this man was a complete stranger suddenly made her boil with rage.
"Ahhhh! Who the hell do you think you are?!" the girl shouted, struggling hard, as she tried to free herself from the robe.
Tarkan simply stared at her, mouth moving as he continued chomping on the roasted meat, not the least bit worried about her using her talent to unbind herself.
She was in no condition to use it.
