Mason “Mason,” Julia called softly as I crossed the distance between us. My jaw set at the sight of her, and anger skittered through me. “Who let you in?” I narrowed my eyes, looking past her. A few little minutes ago, I stepped out with Lydia and walked down this hallway, but she wasn't here. It seems I asked the wrong question: “How did you get in?” Her face was pale, and dark circles sat under her eyes. Her hair was rolled in a messy bun; I had never seen her looking like this, unkempt and frail. “I came through the gate,” came a weak reply from her. I maintained a five-foot distance between us. “Then go out through that same gate,” my voice sliced through, cold and sharp. I was reaching for the door, but she moved closer to me. Instinctively, I raised one hand to stop her. “Not another step,” I warned, and her feet froze. I touched the tip of my nose. My day has been going well, and I needed no Julia to ruin it. “I have something important to say to you,” she spoke slowly,
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