Amethyst Phoenix
Mason.
He casually appears from the sliding door, immaculate in his charcoal slacks and white formal shirt. Platinum blonde hair sleeked back, which highlighted the wicked glint in his chocolate brown eyes. His appearance is deceiving, you wouldn’t be able to see the evil that lurks underneath.
“How did you get in?” I grit, there is no way he could have gotten past our borders without me being notified.
Surfing through my mind-link for the guards on patrol tonight, I’m unable to establish a link and they don’t even answer me. If Mason had killed them, I would have felt their death. It’s akin to being stabbed, that sensation wouldn’t have gone unnoticed.
“I had some help.” He answers vaguely.
There are two options on how he could have gotten past our bar
