Sydney
“Hey! Mama’s boy!” he laughed. “Didn’t think they’d let you off the leash.”
Tyler didn’t laugh.
Or blink.
“Ha ha, very funny, Dean,” his voice was too calm. “Now why don’t you take your clownery somewhere it’s needed.”
“Oh come on, a little entertainment never hurt anyone.” Dean looked toward me.
But Tyler was faster.
One step was all he took, and he was standing between us, blocking Dean’s view of me almost completely, his face inches apart from Dean’s.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
“You don’t want to do this, Dean.” Tyler’s voice dropped. “Walk away.”
“Or what?’ The amusement on Dean’s face was infuriating. “You’d punch me again? Get your perfect mummy and her lawyers involved?”
He laughed.
My bladder churned. And I knew that feeling very well.
I saw the veins s
