Sydney
I couldn’t move.
I didn’t know how to do that at that moment.
I just sat there, that cup pleading for mercy under my grip as I watched Tyler Sinclair weave through the flood of bodies in my direction.
I should've been thrilled, right? I mean, I’d imagined something close to this when Maeve forced my body into that top.
Tyler had left his friends and was walking towards me, despite the hundreds of eyes in the building.
That is what I wanted, right?
Wrong.
Because somehow, my heart was lodged in my throat, my eyes still on him even when Brooklyn bumped into him and made him stop.
He flashed her a small smile, and she said something. Something I couldn’t place by just staring.
‘Breathe, Sydney.’
I dragged in a sharp breath and blinked, finally putting the cup away before it
