Mason’s POV
The second I stepped back into the hotel room, all I felt was anger.
The door slammed shut behind me hard enough to shake the walls.
“Whoa,” the girl on the bed muttered, sitting upright slightly. “What the hell happened to you?”
I ignored her completely.
My jaw was locked so tightly it hurt. I dragged both hands through my hair before pacing toward the minibar aggressively.
Aria’s face kept replaying inside my head.
The anger in her eyes.
The way her voice shook when she looked at me like I had personally offended her by existing and somehow that pissed me off even more.
I poured whiskey into a glass carelessly before throwing it back immediately.
Did she seriously think she had the right to look at me like that after disappearing for five years? After leaving me to
