Isabella’s P.O.V.Mason had an expression like that of a child on Christmas morning, why you ask me? Because he was going to accompany me on my little interrogation. I don’t know how people find him ruthless or dangerous; he is a kid in grown-up man’s body. The excitement that was bubbling inside of him is clearly visible which is making me nauseous with every step that’s taken towards the cell; the situation has made me all worried, not about the culprit but about Mason. I know that no matter how many times I say that I am not going to lose it, I can assure you for once and for all, that I will be the one losing my control once I’m inside the cell and what might happen next could either bring me and Mason closer or drift us apart. I can feel his hold on me tighten as we both stop in front