Chloe's Point of View
Jonathan's stare weighed heavy upon me, and for the moment, I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. There was something flickering in his eyes- fear, anger, perhaps both- and with it, the room felt heavy with tension as the seconds ticked by. I looked at the message on my phone again, pacing while trying to make sense of why Isabella wanted to meet with me.
"What does she want with you, Chloe?" Jonathan's voice was cold, but there was an edge to it that made me shiver.
I swallowed hard, the tension between us crackling like static in the air. "I… I don't know.. She didn't say... Just that she needs to talk. Now."
His jaw tightened, and his grip on my arm tightened as if he couldn't let go. "You're not leaving," he growled. "Not until you tell me everything."
"You don't know anything, Jonathan!" I argued, shaking free from his hold. "She just sent me a message, and I—"
