(BLUE'S POV)
I still couldn't believe it.
Mason Carter was living with me.
The thought kept looping through my mind like a song I never wanted to stop playing, even though the circumstances that brought him here were anything but gentle. I had wished for this moment for so long—dreamed of him safe under my roof, away from the people who hurt him—but not like this. Not with bruises painting his skin and fear still lingering in his eyes like shadows that refused to leave.
