Chapter 28

Mason found himself walking alone on a bitterly cold night. He had no choice but to go out and do the impossible.

Mason had a chance to run for his life but of what use will it be when he wasn't done planning his revenge?

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the snow-covered landscape.

The air was crisp, biting at his cheeks as he ventured forth.

Mason's breath formed small clouds in front of him, a visible testament to the frigid temperature.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the stillness, creating a rhythmic cadence that matched the beating of his heart.

Wrapped in a heavy coat and scarf given to him by Octavia, he ventured deeper into the night, seeking solace and introspection.

The cobblestone streets seemed unfamiliar in the darkness, yet he pressed on, guided by the faint glow of distant streetlights.

As he walked, his mind wandered through the corridors of his thoughts.

Memories, both joyous and painful, resurfaced, intermingling with the chill in th

Continue to read this book on the App