Mason grabbed the glass from the table and hurled it against the wall.
Angel and Arabella both flinched in shock.
"To think I chose you because you were supposed to be more submissive, quiet, and domesticated," he mused bitterly. "But I was f*****g wrong. Turns out, you were the most treacherous slut of them all."
Arabella felt a wave of nausea wash over her as Mason's words cut through her like a knife. Her hands trembled with a mixture of fear and rage, but she fought to maintain her composure.
"What do you want, Mason?" she asked. "Now that you know I betrayed you, what do you want?"
"A thousand units," he said without hesitation.
"I can't manipulate Damon to that extent. He would know you are behind this," she protested.
Mason approached Angel, his hands holding her face. "Oh,
