I look at Jack, who’s watching me with a mix of admiration and concern. “Let’s go,” I say softly.

Jack hesitates, clearly torn between his desire for justice and his concern for me. Finally, he nods. “Okay. But he doesn’t just get to walk away from this. I understand what you want, but no way can we trust this fucker.”

I turn to Tyler, who’s watching us with a mix of fear and hope. “Jack... I want this awful night to end.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he says, his voice steadier than I feel. “You’re going to resign. Effective immediately. You’ll cite personal reasons, health concerns, whatever. But you’re done at Moth to the Flame.”

Tyler opens his mouth to protest, but Jack takes a menacing step forward, and he quickly shuts it again.

“And if I ever hear that you’ve so much as looked at another woman the wrong way,” he continues, “everything comes out. The blackmail, the assault, all of it. Do you understand? I have close friends on the force, and I’ll have you locked up so fast.”

Tyler nods frantically. “Yes, yes, I understand. I’ll resign first thing in the morning, I swear.”

He scrambles to his feet, wincing as he touches his bloodied nose. He gives us one last fearful look before hurrying down the hallway, disappearing into the stairwell.

As soon as he’s gone, my legs give out from under me. Jack catches me before I hit the floor, his strong arms wrapping around me.

“I’ve got you,” he reassures, holding me close. “You’re safe now.”

I lean into him, letting out a shaky breath. For a moment, I forget everything that’s happened between us, all the lies and betrayal. In this moment, he’s just Jack—the man who came to my rescue when I needed him most.

But as the adrenaline fades, reality comes crashing back. I pull away from him, wrapping my arms around myself. “Stay away. I told you to stop stalking me!”