I watch as three very nervous people are staring back at me. Now either they are just scared of me, or I can with certainty say that someone is lying to me. Now, if it were my princess, I would be furious, but for the other two, I have a very good idea of what is going on. For, believe me, I was not born yesterday, as Mason is the same stumbling idiot around Lucy as I am with Tasnim. But it still does not make it better than they have been hiding it from me.
So if nobody is coming out with it, then I shall just let it come down on them.
"How long?"
"How long what, Carson?"
"I am not talking to you, princess."
I watch as Mason's eyes grow far wider than what his face is even able to contain. He knows that there is nowhere from here where he can lie his way out of it.
"How long, Mason?"
"Three months."
