where Mason was still touching me. “To be told what to do by him? My, my. That must be so much fun for you both.” His sarcasm was evident. I gritted my teeth. Mason shook his head. “It won’t work.” “What won’t?” “We’re not normal,” Mason continued. He was calm now. He was in control. Sebastian didn’t like that. I could tell as his mouth pressed into a thin line, the ends stretching tight. Mason continued, “You can’t try to bait them to see what they might say back to you. That’s what you’re doing—pressing some buttons that maybe others
