Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Five
Tyler's POV
I sat in the dark room, swirling wine in my glass and watching the deep red liquid catch what little light filtered through the cracks in the boarded windows. The warehouse was cold, damp, exactly the kind of place someone like me ended up after being erased from existence by their own family.
I'd just come from the Blackwood mansion. Well, the garage technically. Close enough to smell the money and privilege I used to take for granted, close enough to remember what it felt like to belong somewhere. My father had been predictably paranoid, constantly looking over his shoulder, desperate to make sure no one saw us meeting.
That's when I'd caught sight of her. Sasha. My little sister. She'd looked right past me like I was another shadow in the darkness, but I'd seen her clearly. Seen how much she'd grown, how the brightness I remembered had been replaced with something harder, sharper.
