James didn’t say a word. He just stood there, watching me with that same unreadable expression that had started to feel like a mask.
My chest tightened. "Say something, James! Just stop staring at me, and just tell me what's actually happening.
I was trembling, fists clenched at my sides, but he just tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smirk—but wasn’t far from it either. There was something dangerous in his eyes, something amused. As if he wasn’t the one caught, but me.
He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "And what will you do about it, Stella?"
His voice was low, taunting, like he was playing with a child who thought they had a chance at winning a game they didn’t even understand. A shiver ran down my spine, but I refused to back awa
