Lysa's POV
Jason shook my hand off him with so much force I stumbled backwards.
Before I could steady myself, his hand wrapped around my wrist like a steel trap, and before I could process what was happening, he was dragging me toward his car.
"Jason, wait—" I tried to pull back, but his grip was unrelenting.
"Get in the car." His voice was flat, emotionless in a way that was somehow more terrifying than his earlier fury. "Now."
Campus security was approaching, and I could see Justin being helped up by some students, blood still pouring from his nose. People were staring, phones were recording, and I realized with a sinking feeling that this whole disaster was now documented for the entire campus to see.
Jason opened the passenger door and practically shoved me inside,
