Cecilia’s expression shifted from curiosity to concern, "Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," she whispered, her voice low and calm. I tried to speak but nothing came out.
As I stood frozen, a deep and commanding voice pierced the air behind me. "Give what is in your hand to Cecilia and follow me now, I have an errand to send you on." The voice was laced with authority, leaving no room for disobedience.
I turned, and my gaze met Jason’s eyes. His sharp features seemed carved from stone, his presence exuding power and control. I quickly handed the tray to Cecilia, and without a word, turned to follow him, my heart still beating like crazy.
Jason led me to the balcony, his eyes narrowing as he turned to me. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and probing. "I saw someone
