Amelia POV
“Samantha.”
“You're lying!” Mason growled.
He stepped closer to the bars, grabbing hold of them. I could see his knuckles turning white from his grip.
“Am I? Why do you think you never had a second chance mate? Because your mate was still alive. She was out there beaten and alone and you did nothing to help her. You left her to suffer.”
I could see Mason begin to shake, his rage spilling out of every pore, filling the small hallway outside her cell.
“Are you saying that my mother isn't dead? That she has been held captive by Silas all this time?”
“No, not just Silas. The last I heard, she was serving the goddess and all her demons.”
I took a step back as Cheryl’s words hit me like a freight train. The hallway began to spin and a faint buzzing sound pulsated in my ears,
