The world seemed to tilt, slow and unnatural, as if the air itself had thickened.
Brianna could not breathe.
Her hand tightened on the doorframe until sharp pain traveled up her arm, but she clung to it anyway, desperate for something solid in the sudden blur of panic. Behind her, Lucas shifted, unaware that everything around him was breaking apart.
Jordan stepped inside without waiting for permission.
He did not slam the door or shout. He simply crossed the threshold like a storm entering a quiet room. Controlled. Contained. Terrifying because of the stillness he held.
He did not look at her.
He went straight to Lucas.
“What is your name?” Jordan asked, his voice gentle on the surface. Brianna heard what lay beneath it. Fury held by the thinnest thread. A darkness trying not to spi
