Marco POV:
My body couldn't rest on a spot.
The report still laid lifelessly on my desk, its edge were smudged with my blood from when I had crushed the glass in my hands earlier. The words on the paper kept ringing all over my head even as I closed my eyes.
I paced from the office to the hall and back again, like maybe if I moved enough the air would stop choking me. My guard had looked at me once, like he was about to ask if I was fine, and I nearly ripped his throat out with my stare. I wasn't fine. Nothing about this was fine.
My father's voice was still echoing faintly in my ear, his warnings like knives, and I hated that some part of me thought maybe this time he wasn't just trying to control me. Maybe he had been waiting for this-this crack in me.
I needed to see her. Needed h
