Chapter 60. Safe

There, in front of them, stood Lance, who was fuming. His eyes looked as if they were ready to kill anybody at any given time. His knuckles were white as he gripped his phone.

“Lance?” Roxanne whispered in utter disbelief, and a sense of relief washed over her. She had thought that it was just another part of the nightmare.

Light had finally been shown on the dark tunnel she thought she could never escape from.

Lance’s face was scrunched up into a tight, angry frown. His jaw was set, his lips in a tight line, his eyes dark.

His gaze was murderous.

And without a single word, both Christopher and Amber knew that they were fuck.

Staring at Lance by the door, Amber and Christopher knew they were fucked. Christopher more than Amber.

What the