TWENTY FOUR – CONFUSING DISCOVERIES

MIRA

"Mason," Halloway whines in that annoying, high pitched voice, dabbing frantically at her hair. "I can't find the blow-dryer any where."

My mind reels with shock, an odd sense of betrayal settling deep in my guts. I move back a step, away from him. Last night after he tucked me in, after he fucking kissed me, Mason went off to attend a ball with his perfect Disney princess.

Hurt threatens to choke me and my tears fall harder. I turn away, dabbing frantically at my eyes.

Damage control. Those words resound in my mind, filling me with a sense of disgust.

I am the damage he had to control. Being seen outside with me probably wrecked havoc on his reputation, so he had to reassure the public with an appearance of him and their preferred bride on his arm.

How typical.

My eyes meet Damon's and he shakes his head in a silent apology. He knew. The fucking bastard knew Mason and Halloway were here. That is why he was acting all strange earlier.

I turn again, pointedly ignoring Mason's eyes