CHAPTER 022
Lyndon tapped his fingers on the coffee table. He creased his eyebrows and curbed his sight to peer at her. This is upsetting, he rumbled to himself. Ever since yesterday, the marionette was starting to cut the strings. She gave every indication of being no longer trapped in the darkness. He was losing his strings tied to her. "Again, what are you saying?" He asked, unsure of what she was proposing.
Ruin both of them, Kraig and Tiana? Because that is what I want? Isn't that supposed to be what she wants? Everything they were doing was for her sake. Not for him, he was assisting her because he liked her. That is what she was supposed to think. Albeit, she was not thinking that way—was she aware of everything? Did she find out his affection for Tiana? Since when? Yesterday? Today? Last week? When?
