WHERE'S GRAYSON?" Mailah managed to ask, proud that her voice remained steady despite the way her pulse had started racing.
Mason's smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed just a touch too sharp. "Oh, he's around somewhere. But I thought it was time I met the woman who's caused such a stir in our little family."
The way he said 'stir' made it sound like an accusation, and Mailah felt the first real stirring of fear since Dr. Morrison had declared her recovered.
Whatever Mason Ashford wanted, she had the distinct impression it wasn't going to be anything resembling a friendly family introduction.
The afternoon sunlight streaming through the study windows seemed to dim, as if the very presence of this unexpected visitor had somehow altered the atmosphere of the room.
And in the sudden shadows, Mason's silver eyes gleamed with an anticipation that promised nothing but trouble.
