Adelita felt the weight of every gaze in the room upon her as her eyes locked with Jason's, a silent exchange that spoke volumes. His smile, devilish and knowing, seemed to hint at secrets only he was privy to. Panic surged within her, a torrent of emotions threatening to drown her composure. This was a scene straight out of a nightmare – the tension palpable, the unease suffocating.
Beside her, Lady Selene's grip on her arm was almost painful, the trembling in her touch mirroring the turmoil inside Adelita. The room seemed to pulse with the collective anticipation of her response, each heartbeat echoing in her ears like a drumroll of impending judgment. And there, in the center of it all, Lord Caster's face contorted with a shade of purple that hinted at his repressed fury.
In the midst
