Mason's pov
I lay on the roof of the old building, staring up at the indigo sky. The night air was cool, the kind that made my skin prickle. The smell of gunpowder still clung to me, mixed with the metallic tang of blood. It wasn’t the first time I’d been in a situation like this. Hell, it wasn’t even the tenth time.
My thoughts kept drifting back to Nora. The way she had felt pressed against me earlier—soft, but stll hot. She was like a mystery wrapped in silk and secrets. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d only scratched the surface of who she really was. But, damn, the way her body had moved under mine, how quickly she’d let me have her—it was reckless, yes, but it had been good. No, better than good. The kind of heat I hadn’t felt in a long time. The kind that made everything els
