norella pov
I stepped into my room, my breath escaping in a shaky sigh of relief. The weight of the night's events pressed down on me, but for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to believe I was safe. My fingers found the light switch, and with a soft click, the room was illuminated.
There, standing just a few feet away, was Jason. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, now bore into me with a piercing mix of concern and suspicion. His stance was rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"Where are you coming from?" Jason's voice was tight, each word laced with tension. His eyes narrowed, scanning my face for any sign of deceit.
I froze in place, my mind racing to find the right words. "Jason, I—" My voice wavered, betraying my nervousness.
"Don't lie to me, Norella," he cut
