As Tristan departed with Lucille, a storm of anger raged across his face, leaving no doubt of the emotions churning within him.
Had circumstances not taken such a tragic and unexpected turn, he might have unleashed the malice and vicious intent he had upon the world, reducing the forsaken construction site to rubble and burying everyone beneath its desolation.
Except for Ryley...
In the depths of his heart, Tristan harbored a relentless determination.
He knew that no matter how dire the situation, no matter the odds stacked against him, he would find a way to get his hands on that blond.
At this time, Clyde let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on the gurney as he approached it with careful determination. With tender care, he lifted Ryley's limp body into his arms, cradling him gently.
But just as hope flickered in his heart, a voice cut through the tension like a dagger.
