Chapter 142. What’s the Plan

Dylan POV

I need to see her face. Look her in the eyes. Make her listen to me. Remind her what we had before that bastard Ryder got in the way.

Because I can’t let her go.

Not like this.

Not to him.

I stepped out of the house, keys in hand, mind already on Freya. I was about to get into the car when I heard loud arguing at the gate.

The gate man was yelling at someone, trying to block them from entering. Then I saw her — Helene — forcing her way through, shoving the man aside like he was nothing.

My brows creased. What the fuck is she doing here?

I started walking toward them to intervene when she spotted me and broke into a run, breathing hard like she’d been chased.

“Dylan!” she gasped, clutching my shirt the second she reached me. “I need to talk to you. Please, it’s important—”

The memory of those photos flashed in my head — her naked with different men. Disgust and rage hit me all at once.

I yanked her han