His eyes burned with jealousy.
Mason sat in the shadows, staring at the surveillance screen. On it, Nora was smiling softly, standing beside Edward’s family like she belonged there.
Every time he heard Abner call that man “Daddy Eddy” again and again, something inside Mason twisted like a knife.
Why does it hurt this much? Why does it feel like I’m standing outside, watching another man take everything that should be mine?
His jaw tightened as the image shifted—Edward casually holding Nora’s wrist, his fingers brushing her skin like it was his right.
What does he have that I don’t? Is it charm? Power? Wealth? Mason almost laughed bitterly. I have all that—and more. Yet she never tries to get close. She never even looks at me. Damn it!
The glass in his hand slammed against the table w
