At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Abel's deranged face flashed through my mind.
I'd bet anything that syringe was filled with some highly addictive drug—likely the same substance that had turned Abel into Lisa's puppet. If Tyrone injected even a drop, he'd be trapped under her control as well.
This had to be Lisa's ultimate revenge.
The thought of such a horrifying outcome ignited a surge of strength within me. I thrashed with all my might, twisting so hard that the chair nearly toppled over. Lisa wasn't strong enough and could hardly restrain me, her hands shaking while aiming the gun at me.
In that split second of her distraction, Tyrone moved with lightning speed. He kicked Lisa's wrist, sending the small handgun flying across the room. It hit the carpet and discharged a single
