*Mason’s POV*
I swear I am about to go bald. I have paced my hotel room for hours on end. I have run my fingers through my hair for hours on end. I have called Esmé and Thomas a thousand times, and neither answers their fūcking phone. Yesterday, I went to knock on Thoma’s door, and he was not responding. When I checked his phone’s call history, I saw that he had received a call from Esmé.
I sat at my desk as I fired up my computer. I went straight into the recording programs to listen to their conversation. Call me whatever you wish. I do this for a living. The second I heard her voice, something inside me calmed down, but just as fast as I calmed down, I got even more pissed. She had told Thomas that she needed him in France ASAP.
I grabbed my phone and opened the messages. I looked
