Chapter 68 Introduction

• Tyrone appeared prepared to take off at any time as he perched on the edge of the couch. His stance was stiff, and his fingers were intertwined so tightly that his knuckles were unexpectedly pale white. I scooted closer to him, nudging my shoulder with his, and waved for him to calm down, but he pursed his lips as though he couldn't.
• "What exactly do you want to know?"
• I arched my brows and gave him a quick peek.