“Get dressed,” I snapped, pointing down the passage to my left. She licked her lips, shaking her head at me before heading away. “Fuck you, Mason Cain.” I turned my back on her, scraping a hand through my hair and finally healing myself of the wounds she’d inflicted on me, knowing I needed to try and forget this had ever happened. I had to act like a damn professional from now on. I sighed, doing up my belt with shame rushing down on me like a rainstorm. “Fuck you too, Rosalie Oscura.”
Dammit!
