THREE WEEKS LATER
XANDER
In a flash, three weeks had passed since my unexpected encounter with my enigmatic mate.
I wondered how she reacted when she stepped out of that room and realized I was gone.
The thought barely landed before I snorted inwardly.
Reaction?
With that erratic temper of hers—wanting to kill me one moment, sparing me the next, and ignoring me right after—my presence or absence likely made no difference to her.
And that, I thought, was the truly unfair part of this entire ordeal.
How was she allowed to remain unbothered while she was all I’d thought about these past weeks?
Not a single day went by without her forcing her way into my mind, completely disregarding my attempts to avoid thinking of her.
It made me uneasy to think that if the longing was already thi
