When I arrived, instead of seeing my team, Mason was already there, as if he had been waiting for me.

“Mason… are you going to drag me out of here again?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer.

Instead, he just stared at me, hands tucked into his pockets. His cold gaze felt like a wordless message I didn’t want to hear.

“I want to fight!” I told him, my tone firm.

“And both of you will die?” he retorted sarcastically. “What about your kids?”

Wait—How did he know about that? ...