Stella took a deep breath, leaning back against the couch, her eyes clouded with unease. "The thing is," she continued, "I brought it up to him last night. The comment, I mean. I tried to ask him if there was anything I should be worried about."
My heart thudded against my chest as I nodded for her to go on. "And? What did he say?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral, though curiosity and dread warred within me.
She sighed, a mix of frustration and sadness. "He got defensive, like he always does when he feels cornered. Told me I was being paranoid, that I should trust him. But... it didn’t feel right, you know? He seemed... off."
I bit my lip, silently cursing Nicolas for putting her in this position. For putting us in this position. "Did you guys fight?" I asked gently.
Her gaze d
