Becky’s POV
The shadows in the poorly illuminated warehouse seemed to be alive, stretching and wriggling. Trying to slow my breathing, I leaned against the cool metal wall. Our limited escape surge of adrenaline was beginning to fade, and a gnawing uneasiness seemed to chew through every inch of me.
Leo walked restlessly, his fists clenching and unclenching as he worked through the turmoil we had just escaped. Marcus had vanished into the evening, leaving more questions than answers. His sudden action still carried great weight in the air. Though at great cost, he saved us.
"Why did Marcus show up?" Leo's voice pierced the quiet, clearly frustrated. "What is his point of view?"
I shook my head, trying to put the broken evening events together. "I have no idea. Though obviously, things
