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.

building exits and arrange for someone to ascend through the emergency

“Yes, sir.”

elevator, knew with certainty that Tyrone had

seemed amiss during her journey to Tyrone’s room, it was clear that if Tyrone had indeed

the stairs would consume precious time, indicating that Tyrone was likely still

for Tyrone. The effects of the drug would

impatiently stamped her feet in

anticipated Tyrone’s

with another call

at her screen, she gracefully answered,