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 ...