Jasmine's POV
I wandered the palace gardens, my mind swirling with thoughts. The cool morning air did little to calm the storm inside me. Mason's words echoed in my head, over and over. "I killed her. It was an accident."
How could I reconcile the Mason I knew - kind, protective, loving - with someone who had taken a life? Even if it was an accident, it was such a huge thing to hide. I felt like I didn't know him at all anymore. Mason was only about 25, if I wasn't wrong. He was younger than me with only a few years. How long ago had he killed his mate? Is this why he was so closed off, afraid of connection and affection?
I found a quiet bench hidden behind some rose bushes and sat down. The sweet scent of the flowers reminded me of happier times, when Mason and I would walk these garde
