I knew what I had to do. I waited for my ribs to be completely. Once I could go for a decent hour jog again, I felt like I was ready. I had not spoken to Marcus in five weeks. Nor did he seek me out to check in on me. For the first week or so, when he did not return from Paris, I thought that his reaction to what happened was a bit peculiar. He had always tried to find me on the island despite he knew that I never wanted to see him. Now, it was different. He was avoiding me and I don’t know why. I can only surmise that he is blaming me for the fact that he is now at war with the Saltores.
I heard James playing pool on a billiard table in one of the lounges on the bottom floor. I walked into the room I did not often come to. The doors were open to the garden air. A dark blood red leath
