"Go ahead and kill me, Jorell. I dare you," Lisa spat, her voice a venom-laced challenge that dripped with disdain. Her tone did not waver; her eyes did not flinch. They held his gaze with a terrifying calm, the kind that whispered of secrets and ruin. "Try it," she continued, her voice low and furious, "and see if your entire world does not come crashing down before you even understand what is happening."
Her jaw was clenched tight, each word she uttered slicing through the tension in the room like a sharpened blade. Her breath came out in short, measured bursts, as if each exhale was a warning. She was not bluffing. That much was clear. There was no hint of fear in her face, only the simmering fury of a woman who had held back for far too long.
