Cecelia was ready to rush out to look for him, but the guard seemed to know what she intended to.
"Mr. Wills asked you not to look for him again."
"What do you mean!?" Cecelia stared at the guard.
The guard took a deep breath and lowered his eyes, not daring to meet the murderous eyes of Cecelia.
"He said he wouldn't see you again."
* * *
Dylan opened his eyes as the first rays of morning sunlight entered the room. The sedatives had worn off.
Savannah, who had hardly slept all night, sat up and looked at him.
"Are you awake, Dylan?" she asked softly.
Last night, Garwood sent Savannah a set of clothing for her to change, and now, she dressed up in a T-shirt and jeans.
Dylan was in a daze when he saw her as if he couldn't make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Why are you here?" He asked in a husky voice when he realized she was real.
