Third POV
Adrian nodded in anticipation, his gaze trapped on her face as he waited anxiously for her response and maybe even a change in her expression.
When he didn't get any response, he leaned closer. "Is there any?" he pressed.
Then everything changed.
The air shifted.
It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible, but Adrian felt it immediately.
As though a cold wind had swept through the office, a chill crawled up his back before coursing slowly down his spine.
Stella's breathing grew uneven. Her eyes flickered briefly, glassy and unfocused, before dimming altogether.
Her hand, resting against the polished surface of the table, began to tremble faintly, the vibration growing stronger with each passing second.
Her heart pounded violently against her chest.
Acting on instinct, she clenched her fist, then frowned and glanced down at her palms as though they no longer belonged to her.
Her brows knitted in confusion.
