(MASON'S POV)
The lock on the massive bedroom door clicked with a sound that made my stomach drop like a stone.
I was still sitting on the edge of the ridiculously soft bed, Jake's head in my lap, his hair soft under my fingers as he told me wild stories about werewolves and demons. For a few precious minutes, the nightmare had felt almost bearable - just two friends talking, his voice warm and steady, my hand in his hair like we were back at Blue's house having a sleepover instead of being locked in some demon prince's palace.
Then the door swung open.
Two men stepped inside.
They didn't even try to hide what they were.
