40. The Game of Control. Mason Pov

In the dead of night, I crept into Grin Hilda's room, my heart racing with anticipation. The moon cast a silver glow through the window, illuminating her half-naked form. She lay patiently waiting for me, just as we had planned. Ophelia's rage was still simmering, but I didn't care. I had discovered her secret, and I knew exactly when to use it.

"Mi amor," I whispered softly, slipping into bed beside Grin Hilda. I planted a gentle kiss on her lips, and she smiled, her eyes half-opening. She stroked my hair with her silky fingers, pulling me closer. Our lips locked in a kiss that seemed to last forever.

Grin Hilda and I had been working together to take down Ophelia, and in the process, we had developed a sizzling chemistry. At first, it was just exchanged glances and shared smiles when we worked together in the kitchen or dining room. But it felt natural, like we were in sync. We moved in tandem, our bodies swaying to the same rhythm.