Chapter 4

Mason burst through the chapel doors. He looked breathless, his hair slightly disheveled from his "heroic" rush. He carried the arrogant confidence of a man who believed the world—and I—would always be waiting for him.

He didn't notice the icy stillness of the room. He didn't see the elite guests watching with bated breath. He only saw me. And he saw the man standing in his place.

Dominic stood tall, his suit dark and sharp. He didn't move. He simply watched Mason with eyes that held the quiet, crushing weight of a landslide.

Mason laughed, a sharp, patronizing sound. He…