Nicolette's POV

I look up and see Malcom staring at us.

"It's a friendly hug, he told me about his mate," I tell him. He nods and walks away. I back away from him and wipe the tears off of his face.

"You'll find someone," I smile lightly. "It just won't be me." He nods wipes the rest of his tears off of his face.

"I probably look so unmanly," he chuckles standing up. He puts his hand out and I grab it and pull myself up onto my feet.

"You don't want me Lucas. I've made such a mess of my life that I can't even look to find...