Norella pov
Jason stood in our room, meticulously adjusting his suit in front of the mirror. His sharp, tailored suit hugged his form perfectly, every line and crease immaculate. But I could feel a tension in the air, something brewing beneath the surface.
"Where are you going?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe. My voice cut through the silence like a knife.
He turned to look at me, his expression serious, eyes dark with concern. "I think Lowell has done something. He needs to be captured."
My heart skipped a beat. Lowell? "What do you mean? What has he done?" I stepped closer, my eyes searching his face for answers.
Jason took a deep breath, his jaw tightening. "I can't go into details right now, Norella. Just trust me. It's serious."
"I'm coming with yo
