Chapter 105

Tyler. I matched towards him, seizing him by the neck, my fingers digging into his flesh with a vise-like grip. "Where the fuck did you take my wife?" I seethed as I watched him struggle to breathe, trying to remove my hands from his throat. "Speak, damn you!" I roared, the words torn from the depths of my soul. "Tell me where she is, or by the gods, I'll tear the truth from your lips!" "I can't…I can't breathe" he gasped as his struggles became weaker. "Speak!" I yelled as I pushed him away roughly. My fists clenched at my sides, itching to lash out, to make him pay for whatever role he played in Arya's disappearance. But I forced myself to stay composed, to focus on getting answers instead of giving in to the primal urge to tear him apart. "Your wife?" Ryan choked, his brow furrowing in confusion as his hands went to his throat. "I don't understand, she's not here?" I felt a surge of frustration and anger coursing through me, threatening to overwhelm my already frayed patience