A deafening silence pierced through Mischelle as she sat alone in the dimly lit room, her mind drifting toward Ella and the words she had spoken on the call.
"Will she come looking for me?" she muttered, hoping Ella had understood the desperation in her voice earlier.
As she waited for the call to come again, the door suddenly flung open.
Mischelle flinched at the sight of Jedrick's brooding eyes, her body tensing as she slowly adjusted herself in her seat.
"Where did you go?" he asked, his voice laced with a deadly calm that sent a shiver down her spine.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and for a moment, her heart nearly sank into her stomach. Fear clawed at her insides, but she refused to let it show.
She remained silent.
Jedrick's fury darkened.
"Mischelle, I asked you something," he snapped, his patience wearing thin. In a swift motion, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze.
