-Laylah-
I shouldn’t have told Andrew to go to the training ground.
I woke up today to Andrew making breakfast for us, refusing to share me with his family, as he put it. He’s sulked as he’s packed. Honestly, I’ve never seen him move this slowly before.
I’ve also been packing, though it’s not a big deal for me. If I forget something, I can walk down to the cabin and get it. That’s good, too, because I can’t think straight. I don’t want my mate to leave, and his feelings through the bond are going to drive me insane.
“Got everything?” he asks.
“I think so,” I sigh.
Andrew closes my suitcase and zips it for me before placing it on the ground. His own is still on the bed, still open.
“I’ll take you upstairs,” he says.
I shake my head. “I can walk up there after you leave.”
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