“I can’t live without her,” he whispers, his voice distant but filled with surety, “and I won’t.” “That’s apparent.” “No, Tyler.” His eyes lock with mine, and I take a step back at what I see. I’d read it all wrong. “I won’t live without her. If my decisions or this club cost her life . . .” He trails off, but his implication is clear, and he’s completely of sound mind. “You’re serious?” I ask, though I know better. “Before I take a step near her, I need your word that will remain the case.”
