SOMA
Lilith leaves a small gap between us. “We need to get moving. I’m not sure how much you have inside, but we need to start now if we want your accommodations arranged as soon as possible.”
Mason steps back. “What’s she talking about?”
Words stick to my throat, and I gulp.
“Soma, what’s she talking about?” He grabs my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. “We had plans, remember? We are—”
“Get your hands off her,” Lilith commands.
“Mason,” I whisper.
Hurt bleeds into his features, and his eyes widen as he puts more distance between us. I try to take his hand, but he stops me with a wave of his finger. He’s still here, but it feels like I’ve lost him already.
“Careful how you touch our future Luna,” Lilith says.
Mason’s gaze sharpens. He forgets the hierarchy as he turns to
