Wolf's Claim (The Royal Heir #3) - Jen L. Grey Page 0,28

change into some pajamas." Climbing to my feet, I took a deep breath.

"Just ordered the food." Tommy placed his phone on the table and sat on the small couch across the way. "It'll be here in thirty minutes."

"Got it. We won't be long."

The wall on the far-left side of the living room ended, making a small hallway to the left of the room. We entered the hallway and walked past a half bath to a door directly in front of us. It was wide open, and when we entered the room, Mona was out on the balcony, looking around.

Her eyes met mine, and she headed back into the room. "I needed to make sure nothing looked or smelled funny out there."

"Thank you for doing that." I walked into the room and sat on the large king bed that was centered against the back wall. The cover was white and soft under my hands.

"All right, I'm going to go get Ella and Louis's room set up now." She grabbed the blinds and slid them shut so the balcony couldn't be seen. "There is an adjoining room they will be staying in."

"Where are you guys going to stay?"

“There is a pull-out couch in part of the sectional, and Tommy plans on sleeping on the couch. Despite how big the combined hotel rooms are, there are only two real bedrooms.”

"But it's small." I hated the sacrifices they made.

"It's fine." She shrugged. "Worst case scenario, I'll take the couch."

"And Kassie and Tommy would sleep together?" I couldn't help the small smile that slipped through.

"What?" Mona's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Don't worry." Mason joined me on the bed and bumped his shoulder into mine. "We'd been suspicious all along."

"I didn't say anything." Mona rolled her eyes and laughed. "They think they're able to hide it, but more subtle things are beginning to show."

"But they hated each other." That's what I couldn't grasp. I remembered, when I was little, Kassie would constantly attack the poor man.

"There is a thin line between love and hate." Mona lifted her eyebrows and made her way to the door. "That saying is around for a very good reason."

As I watched her walk down the hall back to the others, a chill ran through me. That’s the same thing I had said to Tommy just last week.

I'm glad we got here in one piece. Mason sighed and turned to examine my face.

That's when I realized there were dark circles under his eyes. That wasn't normal at all. Were you that worried?

I believed that everyone was right and that they wouldn't mess with the plane, but hell, what do I know. He lifted his hand and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. The thought of losing you scares the shit out of me.

I'm right here. I lifted my chin and kissed his lips ever so softly.

A small knock came at the door. "Hey, do you guys have a second?"

Every damn time. I should’ve closed and locked the door. Mason huffed.

"What's up?" I glanced at Louis, who scratched at the back of his neck.

"I feel awful doing this, but I have a bad feeling." He bit at his bottom lip. "Do you mind if I come in here for a second?"

"Of course not." I waved him into the room. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I'm a little worried." He entered the room and glanced behind him. "Do you mind if I shut the door?"

"What the fuck do you want?" Mason's tone was tense. He's acting strange, and his heart is racing. Nothing good can come of this.

Mason's reaction startled me some, but I tried to contain it.

"I kind of deserve that." He took a deep breath and began pacing the room. "My dad is a wild card."

"Okay ..." I wasn't quite sure where he was going.

"By telling you this, I'm not sure if there will ever be a way for me to redeem myself in his eyes, but you two should know." He rubbed a hand down his face.

"Out with it." Mason's jaw clenched. "Or I'll beat it out of you."

Calm down. I understood he was upset. He'd been on edge all day, but we couldn't blow up. He's your sister's mate, for God's sake. He's family.

"No, look. I'm not quite sure how to say it, so I'm just going to put it out there." Louis took a deep breath and sighed. "My father helped your uncle kill your parents."

Out of everything that could be said,