Dahnya’s POV:
I elbow Anthony softly. “Hey, dude, what’s up?” He shakes his head from side to side. Eventually, he whispers, and I barely make out the words. “I think that blonde hunk is my mate.” Why do I detect a hint of sadness?
“That’s wonderful, isn’t it?” His face doesn’t reflect my happiness. “I don’t know, Dahnya. We locked eyes, and I am quite sure he felt the pull — I noticed his body’s reaction. But he did not come to me. I smiled at him. I acknowledged him, but he didn’t do the same.”
Oh, no. Just this afternoon, I promised Anthony that he would find love and happiness. I was so sure his mate would accept him. I am still hopeful for his sake, but his face is etched with worry.
“Anthony, what if he wants you just as badly, but he hasn’t come out of the closet yet? That must
