Under the intensity of his scrutiny, Sabrina fidgeted uncomfortably, as if perched on a bed of pins and needles. Unable to withstand the pressure, she urged, “Tyrone, remember that Ms. Clifford remains detained at the police station. Are you certain you wish to tarry here, wasting precious time?”

Tyrone emitted a soft, knowing chuckle, his voice Laced with amusement. “Why do you shy away from meeting my gaze?”

“It’s not a matter of fear but rather, a desire to sever all connections with you…”

“Sabrina, your hesitance betrays your trepidation.” Tyrone, resolute and assured, spoke with an air of certainty.

Sabrina raised her eyes to meet Tyrone’s, locking their gazes in an unyielding standoff.

She clenched her fists, suppressing any inclination to avert her eyes. “Well then, speak your mind. What do you wish to say?”

words charged with determination and precision.

you admit

is you!” Tyrone said

momentarily taken aback. She regarded his eyes with a mix of astonishment and, for a heartbeat,

his countenance, Sabrina strained to detect any

her efforts proved

as if they were an

didn’t forget Tyrone’s talent for deception. Recalling the harrowing sight of Galilea

had confirmed Tyrone’s propensity for falsehoods. He had spun tales of inscrutable motives, treating her as

was

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