Darius’ POV

“I can't believe she ignored me like that.” I said as my grip on the steering wheel tightened until my knuckles turned white.

“Well, what do you want me to say, Darius?” Sam sighed from the shotgun seat. “You pushed her to it.”

I snapped my eyes to him for a second, then back on the road. “How?”

He looked at me. “You were mean to her. Just tell me…what exactly did you say?”

I kept my gaze straight. “We just had a little talk,” I muttered. “And I told her that even though she’s my mate, it doesn’t mean she’s important to me or anyone. And that...