Mason's POV
“Son? I asked you a question.” He did? Father’s face brooked no arguments and I feared his reaction if I informed him that I hadn’t been listening.
“Uh….”I shrugged in lieu of an answer.
How could I answer a question I didn’t know?
"What does that shrug mean? That you don’t know who did this to you or you don't want to tell your father?" Mother ground through her teeth.
Oh, they wanted to know who had done this to me. Well, that was another difficult question.
I didn’t want to admit that she had done this to me. Goddess knows what mother would do to her.
"Go on. Tell your father how one of those cursed witches did this to you. Tell him how they’ve been breaking the pact we shed so much blood to create." She spat hatefully.
In the massacre that occurred during the great war, mum’s family had been one of the countless casualties.