Chapter 4Ethan
Granda had been pestering me all day, trying to figure out what was wrong. And usually, I told him everything. But I wasn’t ready to talk about it. How did I explain that I’d met the man who I thought was my mate, and he’d left me standing in the middle of the club with nothing more than an exchange of names?
I couldn’t. First, because I was embarrassed and hurt. Maybe I’d read the whole situation wrong. Though Avriel had seemed reluctant to leave, or at least that’s what he said, he sure hadn’t had a problem going. I knew that as a mundane human, I wouldn’t necessarily feel the same pull as a supe would, but I’d felt something. More than something. My entire world had condensed down to Avriel in those few moments we stood together.
Secondly, and perhaps more importantly,
