Tristan POV
My office door bursts open, and Mason rushes in. He is on his knees at my side.
"I didn't know," he whimpers, baring his neck to me.
I let my eyes graze over him, ignoring his confession, before I look at my office door. I expect to see my mate standing in the doorway, but she is not there. Lifting my nose to the air, I inhale deeply and search for her delicious scent, but I cannot find that either.
"Where is Rowena?" I demand to know.
Mason refuses to look up from the ground as he speaks. "She refused to come."
"And you left her there?" I growl as I get to my feet.
Mason nods silently.
Grabbing him by the neck, I pull him to his feet and snarl in his face. "You know what she is to me?"
Mason nods again.
"And you left her alone?" My tone is calm
