Chapter 30
Dawn oozed into the living room, a sickly yellow light, like the sun itself was reluctant to rise. Sloan raised his fist to knock on Mason’s door which had been locked all night. Several times Sloan approached the door and heard Mason whispering to Oriana while she sobbed.
Her pain chiseled Sloan’s heart—odd, because he didn’t do empathy—but he accepted Mason as the most capable of getting Oriana through this. Hopefully, he’d given her the strength for what came next.
He rapped on the door with his knuckles. “Oriana, Mason, we need to talk.”
The door whooshed open. Mason’s big body blocked the doorway. “You’ve got nothing to say to her, Callahan.”
A small hand curled over Mason’s shoulder, tugging him back. “Dominik, let him in.”
Lips pressed together, Mason inclined his h
