Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

With a resigned smile, Blayze gingerly placed the glass down, withdrew his phone and contacted his secretary, tasking her with the acquisition of a women’s down jacket.

After a brisk shower, Blayze donned fresh attire and thoughtfully penned a note for Sabrina before stepping out.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Sabrina stirred from her slumber.

She groggily opened her eyes and found herself ensconced within the confines of the hotel room, Despite the throbbing ache in her head, she immediately sat up and conducted a hasty inventory of her attire.

To her immense relief, her clothing remained intact, save for the down jacket she had been draped in.

Thankfully. With a sigh of relief, she reclined once more and shut her eyes.

Her recollections resurfaced. The bar, the unsettling encounter with those three men, and then… Tyrone seemed to show up later.

voice,

beheld the

my hotel room,” Blayze replied

upon the plush sofa, a sleek laptop

Sabrina roused herself, her gaze

traces of habitation, distinct from

a curiosity that danced in her voice, she inquired, “Why

for words, finally responding, “What is

a contemplative pause, Sabrina ventured, “Did you retrieve me from the

Tyrone but Blayze, who had come to her aid on that occasion. She had

an eyebrow,