Whispers of a Second Chance
Tyler's gaze met mine, a silent acknowledgment of my concern and a shared understanding of the delicate balance we were trying to maintain.
"Right," he murmured, his voice subdued.
A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. Then, Laxus filled the doorway, his presence instantly commanding attention. His gaze swept across the room, a silent assessment of the situation, before finally settling on mine. The unspoken weight of expectation hung heavy between us.
"What happened?" I blurted out, the question a desperate attempt to break the tension.
His response was clipped, efficient. "He bribed officers to get her released." The words h