(Isolde's POV)
I grabbed it fast. The screen said: Marcus.
I pressed it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Izzy." Marcus's voice came through loud and sharp. "Are you in Orion Nightshade's bed right now?"
My brain went blank for a second.
"What?"
"I saw it with my own eyes." He sounded almost impressed. "He carried you off that yacht like you weighed nothing. Bridal style. In front of everyone. People were talking. I figured you two went to a hotel, but then someone said-"
"Marcus." I cut him off. "Stop."
I was already shifting on the bed, turning my back to Orion. He was standing right there. Two feet away. I could feel him.
"I'm in a hospital," I said, keeping my voice low. "I got hurt. That's it."
"Sure, sure." He didn't sound convinced at all. "But still, you left with him. That means some
