DAMON
I couldn't focus.
That was the honest truth of it and I hated it because I had never been the kind of man who couldn't focus. I sat behind my desk with three open files in front of me and a cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago and I hadn't moved any of it because my head was somewhere else entirely and had been for the last thirty minutes.
My wolf wouldn't shut up.
Mate needs us. Mate needs us. Mate needs us.
"She's angry at me," I said under my breath, not for the first time. "She's not going to look at me right now and I'm not going to push her."
Mate needs us, Damon.
I pressed two fingers against the bridge of my nose and exhaled. He wasn't wrong, he was never wrong about things that had to do with Sloane, that was the infuriating part. But the last conversation I'
