Andrew POV
Pacing around the dungeon, Gordon sighed as I stared down at my phone, distracted because I hadn't heard back from Natasha and it was 3 AM. She said she would call me when she got off, and I knew the bar closed at 2.
What is taking her so long?
I don’t want to be that clingy boyfriend, constantly needing to know where his mate is, but Slade is angrily snarling inside me to go find her and check on her, bringing her back here with us.
A little after midnight, I felt confusing emotions through the bond. Brief panic, and then worry and anxiety. It’s dulled down to a numb void, like she is blocking out the outside world, internalizing whatever caused all these feelings. She could also be sleeping, but why wouldn't she call me before she went to bed? I told her I didn't care ho
