Anila’s POV
Harley was trying desperately to look anywhere but me; he was fighting with his bear, and that much was clear.
I stepped closer to him, reaching my hand out for him to touch, but he didn’t take it. He stared at it like it was a weapon aiming directly at him. I hated that he didn’t trust me; I hated that he was hurting this much, and it was because of me.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.
“It’s okay,” I told him, finally finding my voice.
His gaze lifted and his eyes met mine, and I could see the questions in them, and I wanted to answer all of them, but I didn’t have the answers. I didn’t know what I was doing either, and I didn’t want to hurt anybody in the process.
“It’s okay, Harley,” Xaden said from behind me. “Go with her and let her
