“Jasmine?” Andre looks at me in shock, his voice riddled in disbelief as he helps her to her feet.
“I don’t think she’ll ever accept me,” she wipes her tears with the back of her hands, “ever accept us.”
With confusion in his eyes, Andre looks at me and then at her before he sighs defeatedly, picking the mugs off the floor and seating them on the counter, his eyes setting back on me with disappointment in them.
My heart sinks seeing those eyes. Of course he believes her.
“Why Jasmine? I thought we had an agreement and you were cool with it. She’s my mate and no matter what, you can’t hurt her.”
I scoff and shake my head disappointedly at him, mirroring exactly how I feel.
He’s known me all my life and should know that I would never do such a thing or at least give me the benefit of
