Anaiah's POV
I was hoping that if I came here and apologized to Leondre for my rude behavior, it would calm
things between us but no, he doesn't want to talk or look at me.
After Dan excuses himself to get the air out of the bar, I stare at my mate.
He is drinking, ignoring my existence.
"Aren't you going to say a word to me?" I snap. He shakes his head and takes gulps of his
drink. He's looking at everyone in the bar but me.
"I'm sorry, Leon,"
"Nothing to be sorry about, I get that you're still hurting," he says but his tone says
otherwise. He is still jealous that I hugged Erickson.
"It was just an innocent hug,"
"It's more than that. I've learned that you've been getting closer and you confide in him
lately," he says, looking at me now. I get up from my chair and get on his lap, he doesn't
wrap his arms around my waist as he would.
"I've been hurting but I didn't want to let you know or continue blaming yourself because,
