Mason:
God, I’m enjoying this a little too much.
Jess doesn’t get scared often, but now that she is?
I feel like I deserve popcorn and a cold drink just to enjoy the show. Watching her unravel is downright comical.
A full minute ticks by.
She says nothing. Just glares at me like she’s trying to burn a hole through my face, while flicking her gaze to Maximus—who, by the way, still looks like someone hit pause on his brain. He’s standing stiff, frozen in place, clearly waiting for Jess to say something.
But she won’t.
She keeps sitting there, using her patented death glare like it’s going to silence me.
Finally, after what feels like forever, she clears her throat and mutters, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mason.”
“You seriously don’t?” I say, head tilted in fake sympathy
