The Date

Mai's P.O.V.

Eldur was an idiot. A powerful, ruthless idiot who thought stalking a girl was the best way to show interest.

I know, classic case of pot calling kettle black but, in my case, I had no choice, whereas Eldur has many choices.

Liam and I sat across from each other in our apartment's living room, watching Eldur pace. He had been brooding for the past hour, his eyes flickering with something dangerously close to longing every time Nova's name was mentioned. He wouldn't call her, wouldn't approach her, just stared at her like she was the moon and he was a wolf that had no right to howl.

Eldur cursed under his breath and then stomped into his room closing the door with a bang.

It was pathetic.

I turned to Liam, raising an eyebrow. "We have to fix this."

Liam, who had been absentmindedly twisting a lock of his blond hair, looked up. "Fix what?"

I gave him a pointed look.