Page 42 of My Secret Santa Mason

“No,” she said. “They just scared me.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, put my hand on her shoulder, forced her to look at me.

“And you’re only telling me now because…”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” she said, her voice pleading.

I frowned.

“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t want to worry me?” I snapped. “Someone broke into your place, Cami! How the hell am I not supposed to know that?”

She flinched at the anger in my voice, but I was fuckingfurious.

Just the thought that someone had been that close to her made rage boil inside my veins. I wanted to kill.

She didn’t answer me, and I tried to get my anger under control. Scaring her now wasn’t going to help.

“Describe them to me,” I demanded. “All of them.” If they looked like any of the fuckers I’d seen earlier today, I was going to hunt each of them down and they were going to regret they’d come to this town at all.

“Mason…”

“Tell me,” I said in a cold voice, and something must have shown on my face because Cami stopped arguing and started telling me what they looked like.

One by one, she described the men I’d seen around town. The strangers, the assholes who everyone had seemed to love so much. The guys who shouldnothave been here.

Fuckingtourists, my ass.

When she talked about the last guy, my ears started ringing.

“Are you sure?” I asked when she described him.

“Yeah,” she said. “I wouldn’t leave anything out.”

She had until now, but that was beside the point.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

Wallace. The knowledge hit me like a fucking freight train, slamming into me with the force of everything I’d tried to bury for years. I got up, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I paced the little room.

“I’m so sorry, Mason,” she said. “I didn’t mean to make things harder for you. I just—”

“For me?” I spun around to glare at her.

She nodded, fear flashing in her eyes. “He… he asked about you.”

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Wallace was here. And he was after me. All the warmth, all the peace I’d thought I could have just a moment ago evaporated, replaced by the cold, hard reality. A whole decade of hiding wasted.

It was because of her. Wallace had found me because of her.

The anger that had been simmering under the surface boiled over.

“Fuck!” I roared, pacing the small space of her bedroom again, my mind racing. First Viktor, and now Wallace. Two men who should never have found each other. They’d created so much hell.

“This is a fucking nightmare.”

“Mason, I didn’t know—”

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