Chapter 44
The mental connection with Mason lasted for three days.
Three days of accidentally seeing his thoughts when I wasn't trying to. Three days of feeling his emotions mixed up with mine. Three days of being way too aware of exactly how he felt about me.
It was overwhelming as hell.
By day four, I'd finally managed to close the link, but the damage was done. I knew things about Mason now that I probably wasn't supposed to know. Like how he'd memorized my coffee order after watching me at a café for two weeks. Or how he'd kept a photo of me.
Or how many times he'd almost approached me over the years, only to stop himself because he thought I deserved better than a life complicated by supernatural politics.
The man had basically been living like a monk for seven years because he
