Marcus slumped in the back seat of a taxi. His rough face was eerily pale, his mouth partially open, with a sickening trickle of foam at the corner of his lips.
And his once-blue eyes now looked... lifeless.
A chill ran down Alexander’s spine.
“No…” His voice was barely a whisper.
Fury surged within him. He clenched his fist, gritting his teeth as sorrow clawed at his chest.
“What’s wrong?” Victoria’s concerned voice came from across the room. She dropped her bag by the door and rushed to his side.
Alexander tried to close the laptop, to shield her from the image, but it was too late. She had already seen it. Her face turned ghostly pale, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Marcus on the screen.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, a hand flying to her mouth as she fought to k
