Roisin
I rushed to the door, desperation bleeding into every step as I tried to reason with Meimei, my words tumbling out in a soft but urgent plea. “Meimei, sweetheart, this isn’t funny anymore. Please open the door.” My voice trembled with the strain of holding patience, even as my heart hammered against my ribs.
Visaris, who had been standing close beside me only a moment earlier, suddenly stilled. His silence hit me harder than I expected. When I turned to look at him, I caught the tension coiling through his body. His jaw had clenched, the sharp line of it grinding as though he were restraining something. His eyes were no longer focused on me or the door. They had grown distant, shuttered, his expression unreadable and carved into a mask of cold detachment.
The shift unsettled me
