Lysa's POV
Before I could bring myself to say a word, Jason's hand wrapped around my wrist, and he was pulling me toward his car.
"Wait—Jason, what are you—"
"Get in." His voice left no room for argument.
"I can't just leave, I have lab work—"
"I don't care." He opened the passenger door and practically shoved me inside.
"We're going to talk. Properly. Without an audience."
He slammed the door and stalked around to the driver's side, and I realized with a sinking feeling that I was trapped. I could try to get out, make a scene, but what would that accomplish? He clearly wasn't going to let this go, and maybe, just maybe, I owed him this conversation. This confrontation. Whatever he needed to say to me.
The drive was tense and silent. Jason's hands gripped the stee
