Sebastian had spent days planning it, figuring out how to move a living person against his will from one country to another without raising suspicion. It had taken careful coordination, a few questionable connections, and more than one shady deal, but in the end, he had made it happen.
Now, all that was left was to watch.
He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed intently on Dylan as if he were watching a film unfold before him.
Dylan, on the other hand, was far from composed.
His mind was in chaos.
Never, not even in his wildest thoughts, had he imagined he would stand face to face with his abuser again like this. Not like this. Not with the power reversed.
His throat tightened as he swallowed hard.
Step by step, slow and deliberate, he approached.
Finally, he stopped in front of Han.
Gerald stood nearby, silent and observant. Han's eyes were still covered, his mouth sealed, cut off from both sight and speech.
