Tyrone hung up the phone, his face a study in calmness.

During the call, he thought he'd smash his cell to bits and burst into flames of rage once he was done. Alexander's sudden call had thrown a wrench into all his meticulous plans. Yet now, nothing happened.

A fire was raging in his chest, but Tyrone was eerily composed.

The woman Alexander was in love with was Quintessa. They had met back in Serenitia.

Tyrone had lied to his best friend. He said he didn't know Quintessa.

He was aware it wasn't right.

But why should he tell Alexander about it?

swoop in and

stupidity was not in his

The ruffian he became around Quintessa was reserved only

even friends, he played his cards close to the vest, never missing

his fist, and no one else

he and Quintessa were alike—what's mine is mine,

won't feel a speck of guilt because

want her, but so do I. There's no reason I should let you have her, even if you

he faced was that his best

"Quintessa, what is it about you that even Alexander is

the office

entered promptly, and as soon as he stepped in,

was off. James felt even his hairs standing on end, and

to attention, James greeted, "Mr.

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