Mason's POV
I found Jasmine in our chambers, staring out the window with that lost look in her eyes. It irritated me more than it should have.
"Enjoying the view?" I sneered. "Or just daydreaming about your precious mate?"
She whirled around, her eyes flashing with anger. "At least I have someone to daydream about. What do you have, Mason? A crown and an empty bed?"
Her words stung, but I laughed it off. "Oh, sweetheart. My bed is only empty because I choose it to be. Unlike you, I'm not desperate enough to settle for second best."
Jasmine's face flushed. "Second best? Is that what you think you are?"
"No," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm the consolation prize, remember? The monster you married to save your own skin."
She took a step towards me, her voice low and venomo
