Danika’s P.O.V.

“Whichever, Danika… just take from any,” Jonah said.

“Damn it,” he cursed, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

I glanced at his expression, unsure who his anger was directed at. Milla, I thought. She must be a carefree person to have managed to pull this off—to make Jonah this frustrated.

But it didn’t matter.

“I think Milla arrived just in the nick of time to stop… this,” I remarked lightly, trying to ease the tension. My tone was casual as I reached for a dish of toasted bread and a fork.

I took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before adding quietly, “We’re not mates anymore.” My eyes stayed...