Skye
Seeing Mason storm out of the room with nothing but pure disappointment in his eyes felt like a dagger to the heart.
My heart twisted painfully, tightening in my chest as the pain was so sharp it stole my breath, and all I could think about was running after him, explaining that everything wasn’t as it seemed.
I whirled around, ready to chase him down, but before I could take more than a step, a cold hand latched onto my arm, yanking me back.
The witch.
Rage flared in me, hot and intense. How dare she touch me, especially after opening her mouth and spilling secrets that should’ve stayed buried? My business, my pain—none of it was hers to expose.
She had no right.
“Let go of me,” I snapped, spinning around to glare at her. Her eyes were calm, almost too calm, like she was enjo
