Skye-
I woke up to the soft rustling of fabric and the quiet clink of buttons being fastened. Blinking sleepily, I rubbed my eyes and saw Mason standing by the window, carefully buttoning up his shirt.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice still heavy with sleep as I stretched out, feeling the comfortable warmth of the bed beneath me.
Mason turned to me with a small smile, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that made me feel uneasy. “There’s someone we need to meet,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I didn’t mention it sooner; it slipped my mind.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows, narrowing my eyes at him. “Who is it?” I questioned, noticing how he hesitated, glancing around the room as if someone might be listening.
“I can’t say, not here. The walls have ears, Skye. But don’t worry,” h
