Chapter 336 Juice Box

• The goons, their hands on Annika, trembled visibly. They exchanged quick, uncertain glances, their eyes darting from one another to the crumpled heap that had once been Boris.
• The enforcer lay twisted on the curb, his arms bent at impossible angles, low groans escaping his lips. Then their gazes shifted to the young man standing in the middle of the road. Tyler Grant stood there like the world itself had decided to listen to him.
• One by one, their grips loosened. Annika felt the pressure on her shoulders ease. She didn't wait. She twisted free, scrambled to her feet, and dashed behind Tyler.