Leo's POV
As Becky and I moved through the throng back toward Marcus, the suspense in the room was choking. Replaying every word, every action, every glance Wolfe had given Becky, my mind was flying. Not for a second, but the true question was whether Marcus could be trusted. I didn't trust him. He was erratic, and the distinctions between friend and enemy had faded.
Becky walked next to me, her resolution fixed, but I could see the terror still there in her eyes. She was hiding it, but I knew her too well. Her tiredness was from the world we had entered, with its limitless power plays and manipulation. It was depressing for both of us.
"What did Wolfe say?” Quietly, in a low voice, I asked as we negotiated the sea of people.
Becky looked at me, her voice exactly gentle. He seeks auth
