-Noah's POV-
"Noah, your mate is asking for you, stop hiding." Mother says.
"She is not my mate... not yet. And I'm not hiding. I just don't feel like talking to anyone right now. Let me have some peace."
"Noah-"
"I'll go back in when I am ready!"
She quietly backs away and leaves.
I close my eyes, taking a moment to calm myself. Resting my arms back on the veranda of the balcony, I look at my phone.
So many messages from her. I want to answer her but what am I supposed to say?
My eyes avert to the men just a few feet away from me that watch me like hawks. My personal guards. Instructed by Korbyn to watch me so I don't disappear. But that is not what is keeping me here. It would be a bit difficult, but I could give them the slip. But the reason I stay, it's because of the warning
