Whispers of a Second Chance
The man nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming with a hidden knowledge.
“I’m Helena’s boyfriend,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “Yazi, by the way.” He extended his hand, his grip firm and unwavering, a silent challenge that sent a wave of unease crashing over me.
My eyes darted to his hand, a wave of apprehension washing over me, before I hesitantly shook it.
"Tyra," I said, offering my hand. He smiled, his eyes lingering on Daryl for a moment before returning to me.