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Awful state,” bisbisbishop between his teeth, reflecting on what it meant to Jay and Sasha in the wake of having their startling memories. “All things considered, it wasn't out of the ordinary,” says Mason, to which I shrug a bit. In any case, isn't it expected that you were done flipping through that book the night before? He asks moving, pointing Angeldo with his pointer to my lap. I stifle a murmur when I see the book sprawled across my thighs with a blue sheet embedded between the pages as a bookmark. “I'm taking as long as I need to, basically, I react, not having the guts to concede that flipping through a lonely passage gives me a terrible headache.

*** Walking into Mason's home office this evening wasn't part of my plan for today, but after the professor's announcement of a book quiz feew days from now, I can't help but find something good to read in his library. Ash and Martha told me that the professor likes to throw questions we can hardly find the answers in our course book – that's not fair. And we couldn't find something better in the school's library, we got there late. Maybe Mason could lend me some books on this topic, since he used to be a successful business man himself. I knock on the door, and his voice echoes, “Come in.” He's sitting behind a desk. He's still working but not in his uniform, instead he's wearing a simple b

I would even get to sleep in a bed, albeit a cramped, uncomfortable one. I could spend one night out there, and then either walk or hitch a lift into town the next morning. It wouldn’t be too bad. I had been in worse situations. Sliding open the door at the side of my camper, I stepped inside. My hands reached for things without even thinking about it. The crocheted throw was thrown onto the grass behind me as my hands curled around the new bottle of Jack Daniels wedged down the back of a chair. I wasn’t a big drinker, but I always had a bottle to hand. Something I had learnt from my father. Daddy dearest always had a bottle stashed for emergencies.

They were bright red Mason????

As though she'd unearthed a scandalous secret, she shrieked, "Oh dear! Mrs. Campbell, how could you lay such a heavy hand on Mason?" Danielle brought his arm to her lips and blew gently on it while comforting him. I couldn't bear to watch her make a fuss out of nothing, so I interjected, "His wound is so insignificant you'd need a magnifying glass to see it. Stop overreacting. Just because you beat your kid up every day doesn't mean I'll do the same to mine." The more impassive I was, the worse Danielle felt for him. "Mrs. Campbell, you can't disregard Mason's feelings just because you spent little time with him growing up! How could Griselda's worthless life be measured against Mason's? Aft

"First of all, use the right words, you, not we, not us but you, because it's you that created the anti gay propaganda, not me, people should get to be whatever they want to be, I honestly don't care" "Charlie you are getting on my nerves, what exactly were you even doing there?". "Well, Mason owns the place now, you remember Mason, your old friend Grey? his son, he runs there, and I've seen it with my own eyes the kind of money sleeping in that place. I've seen it myself, you have no idea.

"Maybe we should call someone, security or..." "No." Caspian held up a hand, while still staring at me. He didn’t look afraid, he looked unsettled, and that was something. I reached into my bag and pulled out the magazine, unfolding the page I had bookmarked. "This," I said, "is your face but it’s not your life. You disappeared a year ago, everyone thought you were gone, dead, missing but you are here. You just don’t remember, I don’t know what happened to you, but I swear to you, you are him. You are my Mason."

But Mason's gaze held a soothing power, and against my better judgment, I allowed myself to sink back into the makeshift bed. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside me. The makeshift camp came into clearer view, a tattered tent, dimly lit by a flickering lantern, and the hushed murmurs of people moving around. It was a place I recognized well because I was the one who set this camp. We were back in the ruins where we first set our camp, before heading out to terminate Morax. Place where I found out that me and Mason were mates.

Marcus scoffed through a smug grin, “I’ll take my chances.” Turning to address Jasper, Samuel’s face grew serious as he said in a soft tone, “Rowan saved your life, yet you align yourself with these dogs.” “These dogs helped me to learn control of my wolf side. I no longer turn whenever I’m angry,” Jasper replied in a voice just above a whisper. He sensed that Marcus’ acute hearing would still make him privy to their verbal exchange, but he hoped the man wasn’t interested enough to listen. “That’s good to hear,” Samuel replied as he mischievously grinned, “You can be one scary son-of-a-bitch. I’ll give you that.”