Lydia’s POV
I sat on the couch, tapping my fingers on my lap while Marcus paced in front of me. His face was twisted with frustration, and I could tell he was running out of patience.
“We’ve checked everywhere,” Marcus muttered. “The rogues haven’t made a move yet, and that old man hasn’t reported back. We need another plan.”
I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. “Do you even know if the rogues really have her? What if it’s someone else?”
Marcus stopped pacing, turning to me with a frown. “What do you mean?”
I smirked, enjoying how easily I could plant doubt in his mind. “What if it’s her human ex-boyfriend? Have you thought about that?”
Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Human?”
“Yes,” I said, sitting back. “Mike.”
Recognition flashed in his eyes, and I knew I had his full attention.
“You
