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 steal

stupidity was

domineering, and unscrupulous. The ruffian

cards close to the vest, never missing a

in his fist, and no one else even had

he and Quintessa were alike—what's mine is mine, and don't you

know it's wrong to deceive you, but I won't feel a speck of guilt because when it comes to love, to yield is to

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

faced was that his best friend was about to become

it about you that even Alexander is drawn into your

up the

as

was off. James felt even his

James greeted,

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