Mason shot him a cold glare.
Grayson Quinn felt like a winter wind swept right through him, making him shiver all over.
He couldn't help it and asked in a low voice, "You guys... got back together?"
"I believe your eyes still work just fine," Mason said coldly.
Grayson swallowed. Yeah, his eyes worked, but how could he admit that at a time like this? Wouldn't that be like indirectly admitting he'd just seen them?
If Mason snapped, he'd really end up dead meat!
"So, do I still have to call that little brat 'sis-in-law' from now on? Just thinking about what she did to you before, I really can't get the words out. Plus, she's younger than me—calling a little punk like her 'sis-in-law'? That's way too embarrassing."
"Grayson..." Mason cut him off, his thin lips curving into a faint smile.
Grayson's scalp tingled instantly.
Whenever Mason smiled like that, it meant someone was about to have a very bad day.
And right now, he was the only one in the room...
