Malia could feel her pulse beat through her body as she watched Mason stalk into the room. Stalk was the right word for it, he was formidable and his body thrummed with each breath she took. It felt like she should run but she knew she wouldn’t get very far. He was blocking the only exit from the room, unless she tried to squeeze through the little window on the far wall, but come on that was so not gonna happen. She almost giggled at the image that thought caused, her trying to squeeze her hips and chest through that tiny little square while he came up behind her and yanked her out. It never worked in the movies, so why did all those horror movie girls still try it?
She shook the thought out of her mind as she realized that Mason was now right in front of her. Well,
