(Mason’s POV)
I was up all night last night thinking about what dad said. I still don’t think it’s right to put all this on Jessie this way. I’ve also decided that just sparking her anger to try and draw out her power isn’t right, either. Jessie should be involved in this conversation. It’s her choice whether to pursue this or not, not ours.
So, when the sun came up, I got out of bed, ran through a quick shower, and went looking for her. “Jessie! Why are you even here?! Leave! And take the rest of those blood s*cking vermin with you!”
Yeah, I knew that voice. Who the f*ck does this chic think she is, ordering a queen around like that? Knowing Jessie, she’s just completely ignoring the b*itch, too.
I followed the shrill sound of Rachel’s voice to find her and Jessie in the kitchen. Jes
