Tyler’s POV
The image burned into my skull—the way Alexis’s eyes screamed for help, the blood on her lip, the way she was tied like a prop in someone else’s twisted show. I shoved her phone into my pocket before Erica could see more.The photo of me sleeping sat on Olen’s phone screen like a loaded gun aimed at my chest.
I didn’t let her see it, but my pulse was pounding hard enough to make my vision swim. What use would it be if she sees me that way?
Someone had been close enough to stand over me. Close enough to breathe the same air.
That wasn’t just an ordinary threat.
My pulse was pounding so loud I could barely hear the engine as I started the car.
Gravel spat from the tires. I just needed distance—space to think before I did something I couldn’t take back.
Then, out of the co
