“…what?”
Marcus’s voice cracks across the rooftop.
For the first time since I met him, he actually looks stunned. Not defensive. Not calculating. Just… shocked.
The security guards react immediately, shifting their weapons toward him.
“Easy,” Marcus says quickly, raising both hands higher. “Everyone relax before somebody makes a very stupid decision.”
My pulse pounds. Margaret’s smile hasn’t changed.
“Interesting reaction,” she murmurs.
Marcus glares at her. “You just accused me of attempted murder.”
“I pointed out a possibility.”
“That’s not a possibility,” Marcus snaps. “That’s insanity.”
Adrian hasn’t moved. His eyes remain locked on Marcus, unreadable.
“Answer the question,” Adrian says quietly.
Marcus exhales sharply. “You seriously think I ran Alessa off the road?”
“No,”
