Stress

Tyler's expression turned impatient, his eyes narrowing as he snapped, "You should stop asking me questions and go straight to the point. I have many things to do, and I don't have time for your games."

Raven's face remained calm, her voice even. "I am here to help you, Tyler. I mean no harm."

Tyler's skepticism was palpable. "You're here to help me, or are you here to tell me how bad Judas is because your relationship went sour with him?" he asked, his tone laced with distrust.

Raven's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "Don't tell me you know I'm working for Judas?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of concern.

Tyler's gaze was piercing, his eyes boring into hers. "Yeah, you look very suspicious from the first time I set my eyes on you," he said, his voice firm. "I can spot a spy from a mile away, and you, Raven, are definitely hiding something."

Raven's eyes flashed with a hint of defiance, but she quickly composed herself. "I'm not a spy, Tyler," she said,