Mark’s POV
The cold warehouse smelled like metal and oil. My fists clenched as I stood in the middle of the room, heart pounding in my chest. The dim lights flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Sage was tied to a metal chair in the corner, her face pale, lips pressed together to hide her fear—but I knew it was there. I could feel it like a blade twisting in my gut.
Alice leaned against a nearby table, arms crossed over her chest, a wicked smile curling at the edges of her mouth. She looked relaxed—too relaxed for someone threatening to kill the only woman I’d ever loved. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulder, and she wore a sleek black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin.
“I’m impressed, Mark,” she purred, tapping a manicu
