Power. Ophelia pov

I berated myself for being so careless, for lowering my guard around Mason. I should've known better. He'd taken my weakness and wielded it against me with precision. I could almost hear his smug voice in my head, whispering the same lies he'd told me all along. I should've seen through him. I should've realized he was the one who'd snuck into my room that day, rifling through my laptop, planting doubt in my mind while pretending he'd just come in from outside. For all I knew, Mason had never truly left my room—or my life.

I should've gotten rid of him when I had the chance, before he morphed into this calculating, power-hungry beast. All this time, I'd been so focused on Fiona, thinking she was the one I needed to contend with. I never realized Mason was the real threat.