Chapter 12
“Rogues? Why?” I asked, my racing heart thumping against my ribcage.
“Because,” Mason said, his voice low and nearly a whisper, “Rogues tried to attack the east side of the park.” Clenching his jaw, his face was in shadow with moonlight.
“Don't worry about it. It has been taken care of.”
I let out a sigh as the tension drained from my shoulders. “That is Good,”
Mason's eyes softened as he regarded my face. “You're exhausted.”
“I am fine,” I responded, my body aching in pain from having trained earlier.
“You are a terrible liar,” he said with his mouth splitting into a half-smile. “Shall we go back to your bedroom?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
The walk back was subdued but not strained. We brushed against each other occasionally, sending shivers down my body with every time. I
