"There's no imagining what Ophelia and Mason could do." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. I grazed my lower lip with my teeth, a nervous habit I hadn't shaken.
The thought of returning to Tadley made my stomach twist painfully. I had spent most of last night turning the idea over in my head, weighing my options. But there were none. I had to go back, even if it meant stepping straight into the lion's den.
What disturbed me the most was how blind I had been. How utterly foolish.
I had believed Mason loved me.
I had given him my trust, my heart—hell, my everything. But he hadn't loved me. He had loved my wealth, the power attached to my last name. The realization left a bitter taste in my mouth, one I doubted I'd ever wash away.
Leo pulled me out of my thoughts when he placed something in my hand.
My tiara.
"We found it half-buried in the mud," he said, his voice soft.