Kinsley’s POV

“Are you still mad?”

I linger in the doorway of the living room, watching my mate pace the floor relentlessly. He’s been at this all day and all night, my questions only piling up by now. Terron finally stops, rubbing his tired, worn face with his heavy palms.

He’s laced with exasperation and my antics haven’t helped.

“Terron, I’m sorry about everything,” I breathe, my wolf saddened by his features. “I didn’t mean for any of that ...