Chapter 322

MASON Ican’t get the sound of his laugh out of my head. The image of him sitting on the sofa next to Mel, bouncing Luke on his knee is burned into my mind. King was so at ease with my whole family. Like he belongs here with them. With me. All of this should make me happy, so why doesn’t it? Why does anger burn in my veins like my blood is made of fire? It makes no sense at all. I unclench my fists and stare at the crescent-shaped grooves my clipped nails have left in the soft flesh of my palms. It’s a pity I took down my old punching bag. I sure could use it. The urge to punch a hole through the goddamn wall is fierce. There’s a knock on my door, and my body responds the way it always does when he’s near, sizzling with energy. But this time it’s drowned out by my rage. “Mase, can I come in?” he asks. Can’t exactly say no. This is his room tonight too. I’ll tell him I’m tired again. We can get some sleep, and maybe I won’t feel like this in the morning. “Yeah,” I grunt. A few seconds la