Tyler climbed the nearby building and reached the terrace. He surveyed the location, trying to locate where he was. The young man found himself on the outskirts of Sapphire City, where the trash trucks evacuated their dumpster collections. If he had actually been dead, nobody would have recovered his corpse. Tyler bit his lip and assessed the current dire situation. On one hand, Natalie, Gina, and Tracy might be in danger. Max Powers had believed him dead and disposed of his body. Now, the villain could possibly attack his loved ones. On the other, Britta Salvatore sacrificed herself to get him out of the Inbetween. Why was this happening?! Tyler seethed in anger and punched the terrace railing; it shattered like gingerbread. The audacity… The unfairness… The inhumanity of it all. He had sworn never to be weak again and was bested by a rookie villain. To make matters worse, he was helpless to rescue his teacher's granddaughter. Tyler took a deep breath to calm himself. His cultivat
Tyler smirked boyishly at the flustered Britta. “I don’t let anybody owe me anything,” he said, looking into her eagle-green eyes with a smoldering charm. At that moment, the young woman could see him for what he really was—a god among human beings. Britta was almost five feet eleven inches, but Tyler held her in his arms as if she were a pigeon’s feather. “You’re really stubborn, aren’t you?” she jibed, returning to her cold personality. “I still think you were a poor choice for the heir.” Tyler’s eyes drifted down to her body, and he took his time ogling before speaking. “Are you sure you are in a position to be rude to me?” Suddenly, the realization hit Britta that she was completely naked! Moreover, the way he cradled her—his hands almost touched her private parts! “Put me down!” Britta screamed. “How dare you!” Tyler let the beauty down, snickering all the while at her squirming. “Turn around,” she hissed, picking up her clothes. The young man did as he was told, still laug
The celebrity diva shook her head. "I don't think he'd like his identity to be revealed. My lips are sealed." Natalie nodded. "I understand. The one I like also thinks that way. Is it common to all men? I find that hard to believe." Gina laughed aloud and clinked her glass with hers. "Not at all. It seems both our boyfriends are mysterious and secretive. It would be really funny if they ended up being the same person!" Natalie clinked her glass back and giggled nervously. "Yeah, it would be hilarious, but highly unlikely!" Tyler was a Sapphire City local who had spent the last three years in prison. There was no way he could remotely encounter someone like Gina Perry. Besides, the young man preferred to lead a secretive life. An affair with an international celebrity would be counterproductive to his lifestyle. Heavy footsteps sounded, and someone tall and intimidating entered the bar. It was none other than Derek Sentinel. "Hey, aren't you the Indigo Captain?" Natalie asked. He
“Impossible!” Max Powers growled in denial. “I killed you myself and dumped your corpse in a garbage bin! I checked the body for vital signs, and there were none! There is no way one can survive the Reaper’s Curse!” “Jeez, how many things are you bad at?” Tyler jibed, stepping inside casually. “You can’t win the Grand Prix or even make sure your enemy is dead. What an absolute loser!” While Max was frozen, dealing with conflicted emotions of shock and fury, Gina snuck around him and ran into Tyler’s arms. “I knew he was lying!” she bawled, streaming tears. “You’d never break your promise!” The young man smiled and hugged her with one arm, his eyes not leaving the villain for a second. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.” His gaze quickly moved over to Derek Sentinel and the bartender lying on the floor and then to Natalie sprawled on the couch. At first, Tyler feared something horrible had happened to them. But Chiron’s Eye and his enhanced senses could detect them breathing. They were
Natalie's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself on Tyler's lap. A yellow-tinted sky was above. It took her a minute to realize she was no longer in the Marian Hotel, and it was already morning. "What happened?" she murmured, getting up and rubbing her eyes groggily. She looked around to find they were up on the terrace of the Anderson mansion. It was a luxurious one with a small pool, artificial grass, kingly benches, and a serene backdrop of the mountains. "Well, you were so exhausted you fell asleep in my lap," Tyler said with a boyish smirk. While indeed Max Powers' spell weakened the girl, it was not the exact reason Natalie slept for the last few hours. He did not intend to tell her the truth. "You won against Duke's goon, right?" Natalie asked, trying to recall the events of last night. "It's strange he would send a wiry martial artist to fight someone of your fitness levels." "Oh, really? You like my body that much?" The girl punched him playfully and crossed her arms
Tyler returned home to find his parents going through an official-looking letter. “Where were you last night, Tyler?” Martha asked with furrowed brows.“Why haven’t you been going to the office?” Hugh posed, slapping the letter on the table. “Skyline Insurance has sent you a termination notice! Your manager has mentioned you as a useless and lazy employee. He’s called you a womanizer who keeps flirting and harassing women at work!”“I feel you are spiraling out of control,” his mother continued. “Late-night parties with young unmarried women? Shirking office and household responsibilities? What’s wrong with you, son? Are you doing drugs or addicted to liquor?”Tyler sighed and picked up the official letter. It was addressed from Clyde Owens, the fat, perverted manager from Skyline Insurance. During the Hilton Plaza incident, the man was miserably embarrassed and humiliated. Jennifer, his girlfriend, broke up with him with a slap across the face. Hadn’t the man learned his lesson alrea
Initially, Tyler thought Britta was merely messing with him. Their recent encounter left her quite embarrassed, and she wanted to get even. However, as the young man stared into the barrel of the sawed-off shotgun and then into the girl’s determined eyes, he realized it was a tense situation.“Why are you concerned about whether I go into the woods? I have important business there, and the path opens up only during a full moon. The Dalmatian map says so.”Britta scoffed, still pointing the gun at him. “I know very well where you are going. But you have no idea.”Tyler raised an eyebrow. “I am waiting to be enlightened by your information on the Green Monk.”“There’s no Green Monk! He isn’t real and exists only in old wives’ tales!”“On the contrary, he needs to be real for my journey to be successful. I am okay with failing to find him. Now, if there’s nothing else, I am running out of time.”The beauty shook her head. “Don’t be stubborn! Look at your map carefully. There are certain
Tyler rode into the woodland path for about half an hour. The young man could understand what made Britta so aggressive. Butch Salvatore, his teacher, must have given her a direct order to protect him at all costs. At least until his ascension to the Seraphim King happened.However, the young woman shouldn't make her duty an excuse for controlling Tyler just because she saved him once. She went too far, deciding what he must and must not do. Nobody, not even Butch, was entitled to such a privilege.Furthermore, Britta dared to fire bullets at him. It was integral to put the woman in her place. An aide shouldn't aspire to become the master.Tyler brought his attention back to the journey. He followed the map strictly, looking for the exact crossroads leading to El Abyssium. What an uncharacteristic name for a place. Was it a hidden monastery or the ruins of one? Or was it an imaginary place cooked up by superstitious locals? The answer lay ahead of him.Tyler was confronted with a tall