“What?” Caleb and I exclaimed together.

“Who's Tyler?“ I asked Caleb right after.

He simply grunted with a shrug before relaxing his body. “Him apparently,” he said with a sigh.

He could just tell me! I resisted snapping. My fingers continued to itch as my irritation grew. What’s with these people evading questions?

Khalid had frozen mid-motion, his glare darting to Abigail. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, pushing the white-haired man—Tyler off him ...