Jillyanna ate her food calmly, chewing her savory pork chop and delicate fish fillets with slow, methodical precision, looking for all the world as though absolutely nothing in the universe was bothering her.
Travis, on the other hand, was deeply unsettled by her sudden, heavy silence. He watched her across the polished dining table, his dark eyes observing the quiet way her long eyelashes shadowed her cheeks. She was putting on a masterclass in quiet composure, but every single instinct in Travis's body warned him that a storm was brewing just beneath her serene surface.
Out in the digital world, however, the issue had escalated into an absolute, unmitigated war.
