The message that I hadn’t read from Armageddon was still in my inbox, but I just couldn’t focus enough to even think about reading it. If he was really my mate, then I had time. I couldn’t even entertain that thought more than I already had without dealing with my feelings for Candido.
Rather than opening the document, I went searching through the Moon Shadow mainframe for discrepancies and glitches. I found nothing, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist. I turned to the evidence of the attacks from New Moon that were flooding in when the chat box opened with a message from Armageddon.
You haven’t replied to my message. Are you avoiding me?
Yes. Yes, I was, and I wasn’t ashamed to acknowledge that, but I didn’t want to tell him that. Another message appeared.
Did I frighten you? I k
