Mason
I turned slowly to face her, my eyes dark and my expression blank as I stared at her dishevelled appearance.
“What are you talking about? Last I remember, no one is ugly. We're all beautiful in our own way,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.
Desperate as she might be, my mother never threw out baseless accusations, especially not when there was something to gain.
She smiled—a cold, bitter smile that barely touched her eyes. “Oh, spare me that trashy talk. Stop being so kind and naïve. You really think Clara’s innocent? You think your precious mate hasn’t done anything wrong?” She let out a hollow, cruel laugh. “Just because someone looks weak doesn’t mean they’re not hiding something darker underneath.”
I took a step closer to the cell, my fists clenched tight at my sides. Th
