Damien's POV
“Do you think she is your mate?” Paxton suddenly asked, and I froze at that question just as I stepped outside.
I was already in my robe, so it wasn’t difficult to get into the room while he was present. “Who? What do you mean?” I asked.
“You are well aware of who I am talking about and what I am saying. I am talking about Anaya —“ Paxton was still saying.
“She is not my mate. I have been mateless for many years now.” I cut him off just before he could mention the name.
Paxton sighed. “Did you see what happened? She made you wake up,” he pointed out.
“I doubt it. I was cared for and never lacked anything, so why did you think she made me wake up? Me waking up wasn’t in her hands,” I shot back slowly.
Paxton sighed again. “Leave the topic be, Paxton. Let’s talk about so
