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?

let him swoop in and steal

stupidity was not in

The ruffian he became around Quintessa was reserved only

with others, even friends, he played his cards

wanted in his fist,

were alike—what's mine is mine, and

clear: I know it's wrong to deceive you, but I won't feel a speck of guilt because

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

that his best friend

glinted coldly, "Quintessa, what is it about you that

up the

as soon as he stepped

vibe was off. James felt

to attention, James greeted, "Mr.

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