With Jack gone, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The ordeal was over, but I knew I had to be more guarded in the future.

I stood, smoothed my disheveled clothes, grabbed a random piece of clothing from the closet, and made my way downstairs.

Jack and Cyrus were facing each other in the living room, both looking displeased.

As I came down, Cyrus said coldly, "It's late. You two should go back."

Jack nodded and stood up. "Okay."

He looked at me with an expressionless face. "Let's go."

On the way back, Jack did not say much, clearly still angry about what had happened.

When we reached...