Ivy Pov
Breathing heavily through my nose, I exhaled in annoyance. Damian had brought me to his car in the parking lot and wanted to take me home to explain. All of which I wasn’t having.
“You can explain here,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.
His jaw tightened, and his muscles tensed. For some reason, Damian held himself back from whatever he wanted to do. “Fine.” His words, spoken through gritted teeth.
Cocking a brow, I leaned against his car and waited patiently. Never before had he been so willing to comply, and that notion on its own made me curious.
“Look–” he stated with a sigh, “I have known Caleb since high school. He is older than me, and when he got his mate before me he was happy. Surprisingly enough, we used to be friends.”
It wasn't hard to believe that at one point they had been friends. The way they argued made it seem like they had indeed been close at one point in time. I just never realized that Damian would find it this hard to talk about.
