Mandy shook her head hard, her eyes wide with panic as she gasped for air.
Jason stared at her, cold and unreadable. His voice came out flat, calm—even more terrifying because of that. “You’re still not ready to tell the truth?” he said, signaling to the four men in black behind him.
They moved in immediately, gripping Mandy’s shoulders and arms before forcing her down to her knees on the cold marble floor.
She trembled all over, her face pale like all the blood had drained from it.
“Jason, please! I swear I didn’t do it! I had nothing to do with that fire!” she screamed.
But Jason didn’t flinch. He just stood there, looking down at her with eyes full of cold suspicion, like her begging meant nothing.
“When did I say anything about a fire?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “But you’re right... I am talking about the fire from seven years ago,” he continued, his tone quiet but sharp as knives. “That wasn’t just some random fire. Someone tried to kill Claire that night. And while no one ev
