"Desmond, what the hell are you doing here?" My voice trembled as I spoke, feeling both angry and incredulous. I couldn't get out of the nightmare when I saw him standing there grinning like he owned the space.
Beside me, Yemi had fallen silent, his gaze fixed on Desmond with a look I couldn't quite place—angry, scared, or perhaps worse. I couldn't afford to wait for him to clarify, though. Not right now. Not after everything had already fallen apart.
Desmond moved slowly forward, enjoying the tension in the air as his gaze shifted between Yemi and me. He remarked in a cool, mocking drawl, "Oh, I think you know exactly why I'm here, Lola." "I never went anywhere. All I've been doing is waiting for the ideal opportunity to attack.
With my hands balled into fists and my heart racing, I re
