Chapter 68

I didn't want to see my father, and the thought of being face to face with the guy, brought my rage back. It was simmering and bubbling away beneath the surface.

“Please calm down Fi,” Mason whispered while placing an arm around my shoulder.

He drew me into his chest, and as soon as my head rested against him, I closed my eyes and began the deep breathing exercises again. I finally managed to calm myself down, which induced a yawn. I nuzzled my head into his chest, getting myself comfortable. I was absolutely exhausted, and I couldn't stay awake any longer. Mason stroked my hair and it felt so good that I let out a low moan.

“Grrr.”

Was that a growl? I thought to myself but swept the thought away and drifted off to sleep.

Mason Hart