Jason stepped inside, striding toward me where I stood by the counter. My heart kicked hard against my ribs.
He didn't waste a second. He stopped directly in front of me, his eyes searching mine.
"Have you been meeting with my uncle, Vanessa?"
My eyes widened, but I straightened quickly, forcing my voice steady. "What kind of question is that? And why the hell would I be doing that?" I tried to sound calm, even indignant, though panic prickled at the edges of my skin.
Jason's expression hardened. "Because I can't think of any other reason you'd know who my uncle is. I never mentioned him. Not once. He's dead to this family. So, mind explaining yourself?" His words came in a low, sharp whisper that cut harder than if he'd shouted.
Before I could form a reply, he pressed on, stepping closer, his voice rougher now. "Is he making you meet up with him? Feeding you threats? Using our contract to blackmail you into giving him information? Is that why you're here today?"
