Mason POV
Night settled heavy over the McKinnley estate, cloaking the gardens in soft silver and shadows. Mason stood alone on the terrace outside Alex’s room, the cool breeze brushing against his skin like a whisper of warning. Below him, the grounds lay quiet and unmoving, but inside his chest, everything felt turbulent.
The prophecy.
The twins.
The growing threat stalking them in the dark.
And the bond he shared with both sisters—beautiful, fierce, and impossibly complicated.
He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling a breath that felt more like a plea than relief. How was he supposed to protect Alex and Riley when he barely understood the forces pulling them toward their destiny? The responsibility pressed against his ribs like a physical weight.
He glanced back through the w
