MIRAI’m pretty sure Mason has gone psycho ever since my “little admission” a few hours ago. I’m currently huddled under a blanket in his living room with Vanessa, while Mason and Damon are both staring at us like we’re atomic bombs waiting to explode.“Hayley is dead… I just know it.” Damon mutters, frustration evident in his tone.“Well, where’s her goddamn body then?” Vanessa asks. “I’m telling you that Mira is definitely right in her suspicions. That bitch, Halloway is hiding something, and I can vouch for the weird queen we saw sitting beside her in that torture room. I saw her with my own eyes! And she had a scar on one half of her face. She also had an uncanny resemblance to Halloway. Can someone please explain that?”Mason stops his pacing and leans across the bar, those intense blue orbs fixed intensely on me, making my insides melt.He hasn’t touched me nor even looked at me since Vanessa and Damon got here. And weirdly, I want him to.I did not envision him being halfway a

ANONYMOUS The end is near. I can feel it. I stare at my reflection in the broken, cracked mirror, unable to recognize the black eyed woman who stares back at me.My fingertips hover over the curve of my scar and my heart tightens with poisonous, venomous rage.I shut my eyes and hot, scalding tears slide down my cheeks as memories of the last time I saw them assail my poor, abused brain.He was with her. They were laughing. They looked happy. He looked happy… genuinely happy. My eyes fly open and without thinking, I punch my fists through the mirror, the rage shooting through my veins making it difficult to feel the sharp pain that shoots up my arm.“Mason Lachlan,” I say into the quiet darkness, “I’m coming for you. I will ruin you just like you ruined me. I’m coming for you… and I promise that I will hit you so hard, you will never recover.”

MIRAAfter that raw, emotional moment, neither of us speak.Mason lifts my limp body into his arms and I go willingly, curling myself against the strong warmth of his chest.We remain silent as we move past the broken shards of glass in the bedroom. Mason walks through the silent suite until we get to the kitchen. He sets me down on the cold counter and parts my thighs, moving to stand between them.Then he takes my face in his hands and leans forward to drop a soft, tender kiss on my forehead.“Don’t do that to me again, baby. Please. Don’t ever hurt yourself again because of me.”I hold his intense stare with a determined one of my own.“And how about you? Will you keep smashing your fists through mirrors? Because if you will, then I guess I will, too.”His eyes widen in surprise at my slightly sharp tone but I refuse to back down. Seeing that I will not be deterred, Mason takes one quick look at my bloodied hands and shakes his head immediately.“I won’t smash my fists through any

MIRAWe monitor Halloway for three days. During this time, Vanessa and I take note of all her activities. She no longer goes to the warehouse during her lunch breaks. Now, she spends that time taking long walks at Central Park…which, I must confess, is a bit odd.I never pegged Halloway as a “take-walks-on-my-lunch-break” kinda girl. I rather thought she was a “get-my-hair-done-or-watch-innocent-gay-men-get-tortured-during-my-lunch-break” kinda girl.Vanessa and I started writing those letters and I must confess, Vanessa is one nasty, little she-demon. That lady can definitely give Medusa a run for her money.Of course she was in charge of writing the letters. She’s the most sadistic of the both of us.We’ve written Halloway three letters in total for the three days we’ve stalked her. We usually wait until she’s gone for her walk before I swing into action and tape the envelope to her side mirror or windscreen.We wear gloves while writing, of course, to avoid leaving crumbs that co

MIRA“What do we do now? What do we do?” I squeal in my seat, my feet already bouncing with anticipation.Vanessa grins.“Now, we drive to Mason’s showroom. That’s where the interrogation will take place, remember?”We watch patiently, waiting until Halloway is completely shoved into the car. Damon stays in the backseat with her for a few seconds, probably binding her hands and feet to stop her from causing a fuss while Mason stalks over to her car and drives it into a less conspicuous spot.My heart clenches as I watch him drive past. What is he thinking? Is he regretting this already? I would give anything for him to take that ski mask off so I can read his expression right now.Minutes later, Mason joins Damon in the car and they drive off in the opposite direction.“Okay. Since we know where they’re going, let’s give it five minutes before following.” Vanessa suggests.I grudgingly wait for the five extra, tense-filled minutes. Pretty soon, we’re shooting down the road, bounding