𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 |

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

"Surprised you still remember my name," he said, sitting on the stool beside me.

"Trust me, if I could forget it, I would," I muttered, downing my drink.

Of course Mason would be here. After all, it's a party for assassins. But why did he have to be near me. Why did he have to make all of those memories resurface?

"You look amazing," Mason added. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin.

"Wish I could say the same for you," I told him, finally making eye contact.

"Ouch," he chuckled. "I deserve that."

"You deserve my knife in your throat," I sneered. "But I'm being nice tonight."

"Lyra being nice, huh? Must be a miracle."

"Why are you making casual conversation with me, Mason?" I asked him, turning to look at him all the way.

He sighed.

"Look... I feel like we should talk."

"Talk about what, hm?" I asked him.

"You know what, Lyra."

"We don't have a damn thing to talk about. Go back to acting like I don't exist. It'll do us both some good."

"I don't want to do that. I never wanted to do that."

"So, calling me boring and pretty much a damn toy wasn't you telling me that you no longer wanted anything to do with me? My mistake," I muttered.

Mason pursed his lips, humming.

I stood up and went to walk away but he quickly grabbed my hand.

There goes that shocking feeling again.

"One dance," he spoke, looking at me.

"Why should I dance with you?"

"Lyra, please. Just one," he pleaded, squeezing my hand gently.

I glanced down at the small action then looked back at him, groaning.

"Fine, just one. Don't get any ideas either," I mumbled, pulling him to the dance floor.

He chuckled from behind me before he spun me, bringing an arm around my waist. Our hands clasped and he didn't hesitate to take the lead.

"Nice moves, Miss Blackstone," Noah spoke up, chuckling.

"Noah! We were supposed to be discreet!"

I shook my head, avoiding making any sort of eye contact with Mason. Until he opened his big mouth again.

"How've you been?"

"Trying to make small talk to cut the tension, are we?" I questioned.

"Even a butcher knife couldn't cut it," he mumbled, sighing. "Look-"

"If you're even thinking about apologizing, save it, Mason. You made you choice a long time ago remember?"

I finally looked at him, and all I seen was guilt.

And pity.

He spun me around so now my back was against him, keeping an arm around me.

"I can explain that, Lyra..."

"No, thanks. Your little note explained enough."

Mason let out a deep sigh as he spun me around again, bringing us back to our original position. I brought my eyes up to him and my heart ached.