Those words echoed across the plane. Marcus pursed his lips as he watched Vivian continue her pacing. He sighed and raised his hand up.
“Sit down Vivian.” This time, the order made Vivian stop completely in her tracks. Her eyes snapped towards Marcus in panic, the tears still flowing down her cheeks. His order cut through her panic like a knife.
She sneaked a glance at Marcus' expression and, when she found him still looking at her with an impassive gaze, she looked down and walked back to her seat.
“Why?” Vivian hissed under her breath. “Why does she want me dead?” She asked again, in between sobs, even though she tried to lower her tone, she couldn’t. The anger bubbling inside her could not be suppressed, it wanted an outlet, and it was going to have it.
“I do not know,” Marcus an
