Anaiah's POV
"I can't believe he did that," I frown, looking at the broken chair. Leondre acted so out of control, I pick it up and take it to the trash. We fix the tables he scattered.
"Can you blame him?" Erickson asks.
"Yes," He laughs and I squint my eyes.
"I mean, he's just jealous, he thinks I'll take you away from him," He says kindly with a smile.
"I can't allow being taken from him. I carry his mark and he has my heart," I respond. Erickson takes my hand and directs me to sit in front of him.
"You have to understand, I've told him many times that I'll take you away from him and he developed a resentment for me, so he doesn't believe that my intentions are genuine and platonic now, plus, he is having pressure from the elders about your situation," He explains, making me blush at the last part, so he also knows about that.
"He's scared that I won't give him an heir," I find myself telling him " I wanted to know how he felt but damn, it hurt so much,"