Mason's POV
I woke up to the sound of dripping water. My head throbbed, and my body felt heavy. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The room was dark, with only a faint light coming through a small window high above. The walls were cold, made of rough stone, and there was a damp, musty smell in the air. I realized I was in some kind of cell.
Next to me, Alexander was stirring. He sat up, rubbing his head. “Where are we?” he asked, his voice shaky.
“I don’t know,” I replied, trying to shake off the lingering dizziness. “But it’s clear we’re prisoners.”
Alexander looked around, fear evident in his eyes. “Mason, I need to tell you something.”
I turned to him, already annoyed. “If it’s another excuse about Jasmine, I don’t want to hear it.”
“No,” he said quickly. “It’s not about Jasmine. It’s abo
