Mason
Shit, s**t, s**t.
It was the only word I could think of, echoing relentlessly in my mind like a drumbeat as I stormed down the hallway.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done—or rather, what I hadn’t done. Skye had poured her heart out to me, told me she loved me, and all I could muster was a half-assed apology?
Shit.
I wanted to punch a hole in the nearest wall. How could I let her down like that? Sure, maybe I panicked, but could I really afford to let myself feel so much when everything depended on keeping my emotions in check?
I wanted to tell her that I loved her too—more than anything in this damned world. That she was the reason I breathed, the reason I fought. But I couldn’t. Not now. If I let my feelings take over, the plan would crumble to pieces. I had to stay focused
