Scars Of A Broken Bond

With a resigned smile, Blayze gingerly placed the glass down, withdrew his phone and contacted his secretary, tasking her with the acquisition of a women’s down jacket.

After a brisk shower, Blayze donned fresh attire and thoughtfully penned a note for Sabrina before stepping out.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Sabrina stirred from her slumber.

She groggily opened her eyes and found herself ensconced within the confines of the hotel room, Despite the throbbing ache in her head, she immediately sat up and conducted a hasty inventory of her attire.

To her immense relief, her clothing remained intact, save for the down jacket she had been draped in.

Thankfully. With a sigh of relief, she reclined once more and shut her eyes.

Her recollections resurfaced. The bar, the unsettling encounter with those three men, and then… Tyrone seemed to show up later.

A voice,

eyes fluttered open and to her astonishment, she beheld the man before her, “Blayze?

my hotel room,” Blayze replied through

reclined gracefully upon the plush sofa, a sleek laptop stationed before him, his mind engrossed

herself, her gaze sweeping the room

traces of habitation, distinct from the aura

her voice, she inquired,

momentarily at a loss for words, finally responding, “What is your

Sabrina ventured, “Did you retrieve me

Tyrone but Blayze, who had come to her aid on that occasion. She had drunk a fair amount. Had she erred in her