When I reached the front door it was obvious a screaming match had begun. I followed the sound to the kitchen where Mason was facing his father. I could see the anger on Jordan's face as Mason yelled,
"What the hell? She's not some pawn, or some f*****g fish!"
"She's bait, should we not be able to get to her on time,-" Jordan started.
"I will not leave her to fend for herself. I will not put her in that position." Mason interrupted.
"Mason, your personal feelings-"
"Damn my personal feelings!" Mason screamed. "She is better than all of us, and I would rather die than have her involved in this life."
"Mason," I said quietly, "Part of that choice is mine."
He turned around and looked at me. Fear was evident in his eyes, in his expression.
"Do you really think I can't handle mysel
