Levi’s POV:
I unlock the door to my apartment with one hand, carrying our food in the other. As I open the door, her emotions hit me like a ton of bricks. Surprise, sadness, mistrust… I look her over, and the brown mission envelope is in her hands. She knows. This is a royal fuckup.
I place the food on the table and walk towards her. I have to fix this, explain myself. As I get closer, she takes a step back. My heart breaks at the expression on her face. Is she scared… of me? I don’t sense fear, more like hurt and surprise. It’s like a game; how many times can I make her cry? This is not okay, not by a long shot.
“Dahnya, it’s not what you think. I can explain… You truly are my mate.” She doesn’t believe me. That much is clear. “Yeah, you can explain. Start explaining then.” She thinks
