"So, what are you working on?" Jason asked, crossing his arms over his chest. His sharp blue eyes locked onto mine, and something about them sent a shiver down my spine.
I shrugged, not wanting to admit how utterly lost I was. "The door," I muttered, gesturing vaguely toward the massive, ornate structure that had been mocking me for hours. "It won't budge."
Jason smirked, stepping closer. His movements were fluid, almost predatory. "The door of Nyx."
I frowned, "Huh?"
"Research. And from research, It's not that hard, Kiara. You're just overthinking it."
I shot him a glare. "Oh, really? And what magical expertise do you have that I don't?"
He ignored my sarcasm and stepped even closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek. "It's all about focus," he said, his voice low and steady. "Breathe. Stop fighting it."