Danika POV

Was I not sensible enough?

If I was, then I should have moved on by agreeing to be Jonah’s mate so I could spite Drake. Drake hurt me so badly, but I had unknowingly turned into him—when I incessantly pushed Jonah away, who did nothing but love me.

I squeezed the jacket closer and inhaled the scent.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered to the jacket. But he said he would hold my hand and never leave me. Then how could he stay this long without even caring about whether I lived or died?

And to think that I believed every word that came out of his lips… ah....