(Mason's POV)
It's been a week since the incident.
Owen turned out to be useless, since he knew nothing past the plan to kidnap Jessie. He said he didn't care to know what was gonna happen to her after that. He just wanted to be rid of her. He even gloated about how the vampire nation would be lost now that it's queen was out of the way.
Of course, he didn't gloat long before I wrenched his wretched head from his shoulders.
But now all I could do was sit here and stew in my own misery for having let Jessie down this way. “Come on, Mace. It’s time for dinner.” Dad said, as he poked his head in. “Not hungry.” I said simply, never moving from where I was seated, a glass of were-whiskey dangling precariously from my fingertips as I stared at the cold fireplace.
Nick had given me the bo
