Carly accused him as she started off for the back of the shop. Hope hadn’t passed their table and there was no side door. They must have taken her out back, and she must have been scared stiff… “Carly, calm down.” Mason could hear her heart hammering like a freight train. It was no time for him to second guess his decision, but he did it anyway. ‘Calm down? You stole her damn baby, you idiot. I should zap you myself…’ Iona knew that she’d said the wrong thing the moment that Carly turned on her heels and drew on her magic. Mason felt the true force of her magic hit him hard. The pain screamed through his body and he fought to stay on his feet but that pain was just too much. His legs caved and he fell to his knees on the floor as every muscle in his body locked up tighter than hell. His beast roared within him to be set free, and Mason was close to losing control of that wildness. His head snapped back on his neck and his jet black eyes glared up at her. If she were any other person he would gladly have taken her down.
What do You think about A Very Merry Iona Christmas?
