As Mason's voice echoed behind me, I turned slowly, and my heart’s pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. There he stood, his figure illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, his eyes dark pools of mystery and intrigue.
"You don’t only knew Marissa… She is not only your believed fated mate… She is something, someone so important that you need to have her ashes inside your house… Why? Who is she? Why did she die Mason?”
Mason nodded solemnly,but his expression is unreadable. "She was a part of this town's history, just as you are now," he replied cryptically. "But her story ended in tragedy, long before you ever set foot in this place."
I shivered, a chill running down my spine at the mention of tragedy. What had happened to Marissa? And what did it have to do with me? Why
