Carina POV
Mason’s question repeats in my head, but my mind has ceased functioning. I know he will not believe me if I tell the truth, and making up a name would be dumb. Mason is angry enough to hunt my imaginary boyfriend.
“There’s no father,” I reply bluntly as I pick up the gun. I put the safety back on and placed it back in the drawer. “I’m the only parent.”
“Bullshit,” he snorts, crossing his arms. “We both know the birds and the bees don’t work like that.”
“Not if you go to a sperm bank,” I shrug nonchalantly, turn around and walk away. I need an escape plan or a distraction. Whatever I do, I need to get Mason out of here before Jason returns.
“Stop lying to me!” He bellows, following me to my bedroom. “You never left the East Wing, let alone the house. No way did you go to a s
