Way before the twenty minutes was over, I was ready to go and is now pacing up and down in my room. The jeans and black top that Cora brought fit0 perfectly and the boots are to die for. I should feel confident and grateful, instead, I am nervous as f*ck. Mason will be here soon and then we are leaving the safety of his house. I will have to face people and pretend to be in love with Mason. Oh, yes, let us not forget that I am also going to face a murderer of wolves.
There is a rapid knock on my door, and I must restrain myself from running.
“I am ready,” I say as I open the door, but Mason just stares at me with an expression that I cannot decipher.
“What’s wrong?” I frown.
Still not saying a word, Mason steps forward and wraps me in his arms. I want to protest. No, I do not want to,
