–Damon–
Then Tyrona called.
She didn't say it outright, but the moment she mentioned my sister being kidnapped, I knew. Every pause, every breath—this was her choreography from the beginning.
"I know you orchestrated all of this, Tyrona! Where is my sister?" I shouted into the phone. I made sure my voice cracked just enough. I knew this reaction was exactly what she wanted. "You will pay for this."
"Oh, Damon. My dear Damon," she purred. "You know what I want. If you want your sister alive, with my help, she'll come home safely."
"Not just her," I said coldly. "The kid with her too. I swear, Tyrona—if even one of them is hurt, I won't let it slide."
"Wow," she giggled. "Then you agree to my proposal! Alright. In two days, I'll send you the address. A car will pick you up. I think your whole family should dress appropriately—royal blue." She sounded euphoric. Drunk on control.
"If Alyssa and Lore are hurt or uncomfortable in any way," I said slowly, "I will kill you."
