I stood right behind Jordan. I couldn’t see his expression, but I caught Sophia and that round-faced woman going pale like they’d just seen a ghost.
They looked properly freaked out.
My chest tightened. I finally snapped out of it and grabbed his arm. “Jordan.”
Without a word, he let go of Sophia and coldly snapped, “Get lost.”
The round-faced girl bolted like her life depended on it. Sophia’s eyes darted to me, her voice shaking with anger.
“Isabella, Dad’s birthday’s this Saturday. He said you have to come home and cook for the party!”
With that, she ran off too, practically tripping over herself.
I looked over at Jordan. Something felt off—he radiated a kind of suppressed rage.
“You okay, Jordan?”
He glanced down at me, face calm again with that usual refine
