Charlotte's POV

Zayden and I exchanged glances. He wore a serious expression, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The one the program was set for couldn't find his mate. "Unfortunate," I muttered and stood up to leave.

Approaching the door, I grabbed the handle and tried to pull it open, but it was locked.

"Zayden, come and open up, I'm leaving."

"Where to?"

"Ashley's room, of course. Be quick, I need a cup of water."

He stood up, turned off the television, and approached me. I stepped back to allow him to open the door. However, instead of opening the door, he leaned against it, crossing his arms...