Tyrone! Once again, he appeared before me like a divine savior, answering the silent prayer I dared to whisper in my heart.
Even through his helmet, I could feel his gaze lock onto me the moment he entered. I was sure of it—his first thought, his first look, was for me.
Christina let out a shrill, panicked scream. "I told you we shouldn't have taken the door off! Mark!"
"This is impossible," Lisa muttered, shaking her head. Her confusion was plain on her face. "I just called him. There's no way he got here this fast."
Tyrone removed his helmet. "Why wait for your invitation when I can find someone to give me directions?"
Clearly, Abel had served as his unwilling guide.
I glanced at Abel, who was lying crumpled on the floor, battered and bloodied. It was hard to tell if the damage cam
