Chapter 259 The Lady of the Lake

Tyler lay sprawled face-down in the shallow river, hanging onto life. The icy water lapped at his bruised and battered body. The edges of his vision darkened as blood trickled from a dozen wounds, staining the stream. 'How did it come to this?' he wondered helplessly. 'Am I not supposed to be the strongest in the world?' Just yesterday, the young man probably had the time of his life—sex with a goddess. Now, he was about to die, burdened with innocent deaths. The physical pain paled against the ache in his chest. Across the sandy bank, Veronica hovered over Yara, her wicked grin flashing in the moonlight. The cursed baseball bat in her hands hovered inches above Yara's trembling form. Yara's wide, terrified eyes locked onto Tyler's through the haze. She probably begged him to save her. 'Please, Mr. Grant. Do something. Save me. I don't wanna die.' Her unspoken words stabbed into his pride and sanity. 'I swore I'd protect her,' he thought, 'I swore I'd be strong enough.' But he wasn't.