1 MASON
The metal chair beneath me is cold, but not as cold as the look Mia throws my way from behind the grimy glass partition.
Her arms are crossed, her jaw tight, and the light above flickers, catching the sharp edges of her glare.
The metal chair beneath me is cold, but not as cold as the look Mia throws my way from behind the grimy glass partition.
Her arms are crossed, her jaw tight, and the light above flickers, catching the sharp edges of her glare.