Dylan had wasted away to skin and bones. Tattered, filthy clothes hung off his gaunt frame, and his face was covered in unkempt stubble. There was not a single trace left of the powerful, successful man he had once been.
The second he spotted me, his eyes lit up. He rushed toward me, calling breathlessly, "Lena..."
My bodyguards stepped in instantly, blocking his path.
He begged them, his voice raw with desperation, "Just let me talk to her. Only a few words, I swear."
I gestured for my guards to stand back, then fixed him with an icy stare. "What do you want?" I asked.
"Sia is dead," he said, his voice cracking with sobs. "She died horribly."
I did not let a single emotion cross my face. "So what? What does that have to do with me? I do not ever want to hear another word about her a
