CHLOE’s POV

Tyler’s voice cracked like a whip in the marble hallway.

“Enough of this! Someone better start talking before we all burn for it.”

His eyes darted between me and Ethan, wild, frantic, the look of a man who’d crossed the edge of sanity and was still sprinting. Ethan stepped forward, hand half-raised as if ready to pin Tyler to the wall.

But Tyler wasn’t looking at Ethan.

He was looking at me.

At my eyes.

Searching.

Accusing.

“Chloe…”

...