Zachary found me just as I was leaving a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
One of my bodyguards held an umbrella over me while my driver opened the rear door of the Maybach.
Zachary shoved past my security detail and dropped to his knees in front of me. He looked as though he had crawled out of a gutter, soaked in rain and streaked with blood.
His face was so swollen I barely recognized him. His forehead was split open and raw, and rainwater carried streaks of blood and mud down his skin.
"Lina, I saw it... I saw everything..."
He knelt in a puddle, his words slurred by his split, swollen lips.
"I'm not even a man! I'm a monster! Kill me! Stab me if it'll make you feel better!"
He pulled a folding knife from his pocket, flicked it open, and offered it to me in both trembling hands.
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