'Lucian really met Ethan…'
The thought kept replaying in Mason's mind like a needle stuck on the same scratch of a record. What does it mean? he wondered bitterly. Does it mean they're finally fixing things? Getting back together like nothing ever happened?
The bathroom door slammed harder than he intended, the echo bouncing off the tiled walls. He barely noticed. He strode straight to the sink, palms pressing against the porcelain as he lifted his head to the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, eyes tense, jaw tight, a stranger wearing his face.
I can't let that happen.
The thought surfaced, cold and sharp.
I have to make sure they never get together. I need a plan. Something that will tear them apart before they even realize they're standing close again.
