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I bury my face in my hands and let out a scream.

Brenden pulls me into his arms. “It’ll be okay. He’ll come around, eventually.”

If only I was as sure as my mate is.

Chapter Fourteen

Audrey

Afewdayslater,I’mheading home with a little pep in my step.

Sure, I had to spend another long day with Nex not speaking to me more than necessary, but Cassian is coming over tonight. He’s bringing over dinner for just the two of us, and I’m thinking we’ll watch a movie or something after we finish eating.

This is the second time we’ve had a “date,” if that’s what you want to call it. He came over on Sunday for a few hours and we wandered around campus, getting to know one another.

It’s hard having him at the house because he and Wraith snipe at each other like crazy. Which is why I tried to convince Cassian to meet me at the gates and not the house, but he promised he would be on his best behavior.

I’m not sure I believe him, which is part of the reason I’m hurrying.

Yes, I’m excited to see him, but I also don’t want him and Wraith alone for longer than necessary.

I don’t even know if Wraith is home, and it’s unlikely he’s by himself if he is, but I’m not taking any chances. I haven’t figured out how to get the two of them to kiss and make up yet, but that’s still my plan. If I could just get one of them to tell me what caused the breakup in the first place, it might make coming up with a plan easier.

Maybe if I can get Donovan alone, I can make him spill the beans. Not that he’s told me every other time I’ve tried to get him to tell me. But if I keep trying, then eventually, he’ll break, right?

That’s a bad plan.

I run up the stairs to the house and throw open the door. My eyes widen at the sounds of grunts and cursing—and not the good kind.

Damn it.

I rush through the house, stopping in the doorway to the living room.

What the hell?

Cassian launches himself at Wraith, burying his fist into my mate’s stomach just before Wraith swings for Cassian’s head. All the while, Donovan is sitting on the couch, watching with a grin on his face.

Is he eating fucking popcorn?

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Cassian and Wraith continue fighting as if they didn’t hear me while Donovan waves me over.

Not sure what else to do, I avoid the fight and join my mate on the couch—who is definitely eating popcorn. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you stopping them?”

“Because it’s hot?” Donovan gives me an unrepentant smile as his eyes fall back to Wraith and Cassian. “Want some popcorn?”

“No, I don’t want any popcorn. This isn’t a TV show or movie—my mates are fighting.” I shake my head, turning back to them.

Watching the way their muscles bunch beneath their clothing and seeing how they move against one another as if they’re unable to keep themselves away from each other.

Donovan isn’t wrong. It is hot.

Not that I’ll admit that to him. Donovan doesn’t need any encouragement.

“Are you ready to tell me what the deal is with the two of them?” I ask, eyes staying on the fight.

“Nope. It still isn’t my story to tell.”