“What?” Caleb and I exclaimed together.
“Who's Tyler?“ I asked Caleb right after.
He simply grunted with a shrug before relaxing his body. “Him apparently,” he said with a sigh.
He could just tell me! I resisted snapping. My fingers continued to itch as my irritation grew. What’s with these people evading questions?
Khalid had frozen mid-motion, his glare darting to Abigail. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, pushing the white-haired man—Tyler off him with a shove.
Tyler straightened, brushing imaginary dust off his rumpled clothes with a chuckle. “What? Thought I’d liven things up a bit.”
Abigail rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Throw a party then, not a full-on brawl in the middle of the house.”
I stared as I struggled to piece together what I’d just witness
