Eliara's POV
The silence in Jasail’s car was suffocating, thick with unspoken tension. I sat stiffly beside him, my fingers tightly clutched around the hem of my dress as the city lights streaked past the windows. The tension wasn’t new, it had been slowly tightening around us since the night of the banquet. But tonight, something had shifted, something had cracked.
He hadn’t spoken since he pulled me away from the crowd, not even a glance to my way. His jaw was tense, and his grip on the steering wheel strained with quiet fury.
I stole a glance at him, his suit was immaculate, his expression unreadable, yet there was a storm barely veiled beneath his cold exterior. It wasn’t fear that made my heart race, it was the quiet promise that something was about to snap.
“Are you going to tel
