Scars Of A Broken Bond

A subtle shift in her countenance revealed her consternation. With gritted teeth, she proceeded to dial Blayze’s number.

Glancing at his screen, Blayze courteously interjected, “Excuse me.”

“Please, go ahead.”

With his phone in hand, Blayze retreated to the emergency exit, a serious demeanor etched across his face.

“What’s the matter?” he inquired.

“Blayze, he’s disappeared!” Sierra urgently recounted the recent turn of events.

“I see,” Blayze responded with a furrowed brow.

watchful eye on all the building exits and arrange for someone to ascend through the

“Yes, sir.”

the elevator,

seemed amiss during her journey to Tyrone’s room, it

stairs would consume precious time, indicating that

was no escape for Tyrone. The

impatiently stamped

hadn’t anticipated Tyrone’s sudden

photos, Sabrina’s phone chimed with another call from Tyrone after an

her screen, she gracefully answered,