Skye
As I spoke, I noticed a shift in Mason’s expression, a tightening in his features that made my heart skip a beat. Did I say something wrong?
“Speaking of family,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were trying to piece together something important. “I just realised I don’t know a damn thing about yours, Skye. And that bothers me. I should know about your family—who they are, what they’re like.”
My pulse quickened. My family? What’s left of them, anyway?
I hesitated; the last thing I wanted was to drag him into the mess that was my past, especially after everything we’d just been through.
I forced a casual shrug, trying to brush it off. “They’re like any other family, really. Nothing special.”
His lips pressed into a pout, the kind that told me he wasn’t satisfied wit
