Nicole’s POV“Do you think it’s Serena?” I questioned, playing with my fingers. “I don’t know.” Mason answered, his jaw sharp enough to cut steel. Talia was already waiting in Mason’s office, pacing. The moment the door swung open, her head shot up. “I heard,” she breathed, her eyes dark and restless. “Do you think it’s about us?” Mason shrugged, shutting the door behind us. “I don’t know,” he responded. “We’ll find out tomorrow.”His gaze flickered around the room before landing on her again. “Where’s Katherine?”“She already left,” Talia answered, collapsing into the nearest seat like the energy had completely drained from her. Her fingers rubbed absently against her temple. Then, her eyes shifted to me—then to my neck, my mark. She didn’t surprised to see it. Instead, an emotion I didn’t recognize settled in her eyes.“You’re marked,” a small, almost sad smile. “You broke our connection.”My breath hitched. I expected this, expected to have this conversation. But I didn’
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