CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
MASON
The moment I stepped into my room, I instantly knew that I wasn’t alone.
The familiar scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and it wasn’t hard to know who it was. It was Ophelia, my mother.
She stood near the window, with her arms folded over her chest, and her back was straight, every inch of her screamed of power and authority. The moonlight highlighted her features, making her eyes gleam coldly as she turned to me.
“You’re late,” she said calmly.
I quietly closed the door behind me and leaned against it. “I didn’t know I had a meeting scheduled with you.” I said seriously. We never discussed any meeting, but my instincts told me why she was here, and my instincts never deceived me.
Ophelia smiled coldly like she was talking to an enemy. “You should
