Mason's POV
I paced in front of the cell, my patience wearing thin. Lydia sat tied to a chair, her eyes burning with hatred. We'd been at this for hours, and she still hadn't given me anything useful.
"For the last time, Lydia," I growled, "who sent you to kill Jasmine?"
She spat at my feet. "I came on my own, you bastard. Someone needs to save her from you."
I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Save her? You tried to poison her!"
"Better dead than trapped with you," Lydia snarled.
I stopped pacing and leaned in close, my voice low and dangerous. "We used to be friends, Lydia. What happened to you?"
Her eyes softened for a moment, then hardened again. "You happened, Mason. You and your lies and your games."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I never meant to hurt you."
