Lyon's expression was cold, and his voice icy. "I guess I was dreaming."

He turned and walked away.

Jack turned to me, his eyes blazing with rage. "What about the bar? Why didn't you know? Could you have gone back in time and rescued me?"

"Was there something that needed to be told? Could you have gone back in time and done anything to rescue me?" I retorted.

Jack gritted his teeth. "Sofia, you know I don't want you seeing my uncle!"

Even the thought of me getting harmed because of Lyon, and possibly ruining his schemes as well, ignited Jack's fury beyond any restraint.

My expression still said nothing....