“Harmony,” Mason murmured, his voice soft, calling out to me like the sweetest song. It was gentle at first, and then it would build into a crescendo that caused another round of goosebumps to cascade over me. The way my body reacted to him was a miracle, one that I was struggling to understand. I didn’t deserve to hear that song. Some other person, maybe, but not me. “Look at me. Now,” he demanded.
