My eyes flashed at Lyle, watching him as he mentally communicated with Tim. Rodney was communicating as well, and I was the only one in the dark. What had happened? Was Darren okay? What were these looks? Finally, I heard a loud sigh and watched as Lyle slouched in his chair, rubbing his temples.

“Great, I get to tell Darren.”

“Tell Darren what?” I wanted to start choking these men. I wanted to know what was going on.

“Someone let the cat out of the bag that Darren found his fated ...