Chapter 55

Tyler. My private quarters was a haze of dim light and swirling emotions. The stench of alcohol hung heavily in the air, a tangible reminder of my futile attempt to drown the pain that gripped my heart. I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness, the torment of not knowing where Arya was. She was out there somewhere, lost in the vastness of the city, and I couldn't find her. I'd dispatched my most trusted men to ransack every corner of the city, hoping for a glimmer of hope, a clue that would lead me to her. But there was nothing. Not a single trace of Arya or Lauren. Frustration and anger bubbled within me, threatening to consume me whole. The absurdity of my situation hit me hard. I'd even resorted to putting an exorbitant bounty on Lauren's head, hoping that greed would lead someone to her, and in turn, reveal Arya's location. Yet, the silence persisted, mocking my efforts. I raised the bottle of vodka to my lips for another swig, the liquid burning on its way down, momentaril