As tears pricked the corners of my eyes, I heard Mason let out a low snarl, but it quickly faded. His expression seemed softer than usual, more composed than the guarded look he typically wore. I couldn’t help but question: What was going on?
Hugging myself as a chill settled over me, I watched him approach and stand directly in front of me, his gaze unwavering.
“You’ve always been full of surprises, you know that, right?” he murmured, and I nodded, my eyes wide, searching his for some hidden meaning.
He closed his eyes and sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose as if weary of some unseen weight. With his other hand tucked into his pocket, he spoke with a tone of surrender. “Fine. I’ll agree, but only because I’m more tired of his bullshit than anything else in my life r
