Mark’s POV
Mark’s POV
The cell was quiet, but my mind was a war zone. I sat on the edge of the cold bench, elbows resting on my knees, fingers laced as I stared at the ground. I had counted every crack on the floor, memorized every shadow on the walls. And still, no answer.
Until the cell door opened.
I didn’t look up. Not at first.
Then her voice cut through the silence.
“It’s done.”
Alice.
My jaw tightened as I raised my head. She stood just outside the bars, composed as always, her lips painted with a calm I didn’t trust. Her blonde hair was pulled into a perfect knot, not a strand out of place. That stupid suit hugged her like it belonged there—like she belonged in control.
I rose to my feet slowly, my shoulders stiff. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Alice held out a f
