(MASON'S POV)
I couldn't stop shaking.
It wasn't the kind of trembling you could hide, either—my hands were unsteady, my knees felt weak, and every breath came out uneven, like my body had forgotten how to do something as simple as breathe properly. My back was pressed against the wall and the cold marble sent a sharp chill straight through my spine. The room around us was enormous—high ceilings, polished floors, expensive furniture arranged like something out of a magazine or a royal estate—but none of it felt real. It was too perfect. Too quiet. Like stepping into a place that didn't belong to the real world.
My heart was pounding so hard it actually hurt, each beat slamming against my ribs like it was trying to force its way out of my chest. I pressed my lips together, trying to steady myself, but it didn't help.
Jake's hand was still wrapped tightly around mine.
Warm. Solid and Real.
