ERIK’S POV
“Dammit, Randolph! Wait up!” I beg once more.
I beg and plead for Randolph to slow down, but it is as if he doesn’t hear me. I know he does; I saw his ears flip back each time I called out for him. Through the kitchen, living room, the broken front door, we will have to explain, and across the hallway, we both run. I want to shift, but I know we have caused enough drama for one night.
“Randolph!” Randolph shifts back to Charles as the elevator opened, allowing yet another couple to see him in his birthday suit. I try to catch up, but the doors close, leaving me alone in the hallway in my glory once more.
Why didn’t he wait? He literally left me to wait on another ride to get on the elevator. He has never acted so irrational or left me out of anything since we met. What the
