DANIKA
My chest feels tight as I halt in front of a grey apartment door. This could be a trap. Maybe Hera set this up.
But I can't stop. Tyler... might be dying. And I can't leave him like that.
Sure, a part of me is still pissed at him. And yet... I can't help but feel that pull of old friendship as well as the bond we shared before everything got twisted.
I knock on the door, my knuckles stiff. My heart races as it creaks open. Tyler stands there, looking like a freaking zombie swaying on unsteady legs. There are blood stains on his unbuttoned shirt, the color stark against his skin.
"Cakes..." His voice is fragile, and it makes my chest tighten. "You... you came."
I swallow hard. "Of course I came," I deadpan, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. "You're not dying on my watch.
