45. MASON

Our beautiful mate. I stroked her cheek with a fingertip and then pulled the sheets over her before I moved away. My eyes locked on Lucas and Nate who sat on the sofas. Both of them were surrounded by files and papers. I had some paperwork, but my mind kept straying to Angel. “Are we going to keep ignoring the elephant in that room?” I questioned as I took a seat. “We can’t keep Angel locked up in her room forever.” “Not forever,” Lucas muttered. “Just for the time being.” I glared at him. “Mason’s right,” Nate said, setting his papers aside. “We need to do something about this before Mother tries something new.” Letting out a sigh, Lucas placed the papers he had been reading aside. His eyes darted over to the bed and then locked on me. “What do you expect me to do? Kick her out of the castle and forbid her from putting foot here again?” “Yes,” I answered immediately. His eyes narrowed. Nate leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. His eyes locked with mine for a s