Ashina’s pov

I had followed Daniel out of the house, trying to keep up with his long strides. He was angry, and I knew better than to try to calm him down when he was like this.

"Daniel, wait," I called out, but he just kept walking.

I sighed and kept following him. We ended up at a small bar a stone’s throw from the house. Daniel ordered a whiskey and sat down at the bar, nursing his drink.

I sat down next to him, trying to be patient. "Daniel, talk to me," I said, putting a hand on his ...