The last time Ian and I spoke properly was a week ago.

I was still annoyed at him that he used his Alpha tone on me.

The first two nights, he slept in his office. He must've been calming down too or afraid to face me, I don't know.

When he lied down beside me at night, I made sure to turn away from him, but that quite failed because in the morning, we found ourselves tangled to each other. When he asked questions, I answered him at the bare minimum. When he tried to bring up about finding Dynamí, I told him that I was still going to find...