MASON’S POV
I stood from the sofa walking away after my short talk with Emily, a wide-eye formed on my face as I walk to the splendor of my room, jamming and locking the door. I told her I wasn’t angry but that was a lie. Actually, I was blood hungry and she just had to be there that moment. I gave the cooks a detailed warning and yelling about how I didn’t appreciate them permitting this despite them not having a choice, disregarding their excuses. Yesterday was one off the hook night, I was able to yell out my anger and control things with hypnosis with the aid of Yurik.
I didn’t like the fact I had to bring him to my home with Emily soundly sleeping with whatever seductive outfit she wore, but did. It stung that she was lazily dressed in baggy clothes that looked casual yet I was st
