23. ANGEL

The last time I had been in the basement was to clean, and back then I almost got killed by a newly turned vampire. To say I was scared to enter the place again was an understatement. But I wasn’t alone. Mason had one palm pressed to the small of my back as he led me through the weird-looking furniture to a private room at the back. The air locked in my throat when I spotted Nate. He was shirtless and covered in a fine layer of sweat. It was like he came directly here after his…fight with that man. “Did you have fun with Lucas, honeybee?” he questioned when he spotted us. I nodded. My fingers gripped the hem of my shirt nervously as I watched them move around the room. Nate was busy with something in the corner of the room at the wardrobe. Mason had moved to the bed and was busy with some black straps. “Remember what we talked about a few days ago?” Mason asked. “We went over the scene with you.” “I remember.” “What are your safe words?” Nate turned around to look at me. For