Mason Nightshade's facial muscles tightened, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, with a suspicion bouncing around in his mind; a suspicion he least wanted to accept, least wished to be true!
He looked at Aurelia, his dark pupils terrifyingly calm, yet deep inside there was a tension and fear akin to holding one's breath.
Gazing fixedly at her, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, a layer of sweat emerging in his palms.
"What happened to Eleanor Spencer?" Each word he uttered seemed to carry a slight tremble, undetectable unless listened to carefully.
Grayson Quinn noticed something unusual, raising his eyes in surprise to look at Mason Nightshade, noticing the evident tension in his facial muscles, his expression grew serious.
Was this joke going too far?
He only said these things to Aurelia because he was certain Mason Nightshade wouldn't cheat, but could it be that Mason really did...
Before he could finish thinking, Grayson Quinn stopped himself.
