#Chapter 114: Ghosts of the Past

Agnes Watching Elijah and Thea run away felt like a knife twisting in my gut. I wanted to go to them, but I couldn’t. Not yet. I still had to deal with Mason. I resisted the urge to slap him, although my hand twitched at my side. Instead, I took a step back, putting as much distance between us as possible. My cheeks still burned with anger, and my heart was still racing from the confrontation with the man who had been affected by the perfume. But now, all of that fury was directed at Mason. “What the hell were you thinking?” I hissed, my lip curling to reveal a hateful sneer. “You didn’t need to kiss me to get him to back off. You could’ve just told him to leave!” “I was just trying to help, Agnes. I didn’t mean to upset you.” “Help?” I repeated incredulously. “You didn’t need to kiss me to help me. You didn’t need to pull me into your arms and act like… like you still had some claim over me.” Mason’s brow furrowed as if he were genuinely conf