I could feel the anger pulsating through Darren as I gripped his hand. He barely said a word as we made it back up to the balcony where Lyle and Ivan were still standing. Finn had beaten us there by running back up the wall.

Darren stopped a few feet away from them, his gaze cold and piercing. “I want answers.”

Lyle stepped forward, his usually calm demeanor replaced with a fierce intensity. His chest was heaving and his lips were curled back. I had never seen him this angry. “I’m ...