The minutes stretched endlessly, yet Marks still hadn't received any word from Fuller. The deafening silence clawed at his nerves, coiling in his stomach like a nest of vipers.
He knew exactly how capable Fuller and his elite crew were. By all logic, sending them after Eldric and Lirael should've been child's play. Even with Lirael's entourage of bodyguards, Fuller's skills should've wrapped this up cleanly.
So where had things gone wrong? The complete absence of news was maddening, and now dread slithered down Marks' spine. He waited, each second stretching into eternity—until two lethal shadows materialized in the doorway.
Demontae's luxury recovery suite, meant for high-security patients, now held only the three of them: Marks, his wife, and their broken son. Marks barked, veins bulg
