Mason POV
The air in the old castle felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of betrayal as we stood face to face with our mother and the man who had stolen her from us. My mind struggled to process what was happening, and rage pulsed through me like wildfire. The smirk on that man’s face, his arm casually resting over her shoulders, made my blood boil.
“Meet the man who helped your mother escape her miserable little life,” he said, his voice a taunting echo in the vast stone chamber.
I clenched my fists, the sharp edges of my nails digging into my palms. I wanted to rip that smug grin right off his face. How could she stand beside him—this stranger—and look at us with nothing but contempt?
“Who the hell are you?” I growled, stepping forward. Jason and Grason flanked me, their bodies te
