Nathan’s P.O.V.
“Are you really not angry?” I asked her again cautiously when she climbed the bed.
“Should I be?” she asked me in resignation, a different answer from earlier.
I blinked, not knowing how to answer her question.
Neither could I say yes nor did I say no.
She should be angry because Leo threatened her with her life when he of all the people knew very well she is my mate.
She shouldn’t be angry because Leo threatened her in a fit of anger but yet it was life threat.
“Don’t ask the question when you don’t know the answer by yourself, Nathan,” she remarked grimly while flipping her body to the other side.
“That prick is making our mate angry with us.” Storm whined, growling lowly at the back of my mind.
“Marie is also not speaking with me,” he added angrily, glaring hard
