Amelia POV
“Dad, are you OK?”
I had begun to call Mason dad more and more now. It felt right. I slowly stepped toward him. His back was turned to me, but he looked tense. I could see his fists clenched against his side, and the energy rolling off him was stifling.
“That was her!” He whispered.
“Your mate?”
He turned around and nodded his head. His eyes glistened in the dim lights of the dungeon.
“I don’t know if I can fight it, Amelia. She is intoxicating to me and now I find myself intrigued by her, but she’s working with Silas.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into my hold and squeezing him tightly. I had never seen Mason so beside himself. He was always so strong and confident, but his new mate was ripping him apart.
“I have a feeling she isn’t working with Silas
