Marcus caught my eye across the café and went very still, like a man who knew exactly what he'd been caught doing.
"Marcus." Damian's voice was low, controlled in that dangerous way that meant he was holding himself back from something worse. "Explain. Now."
Marcus set down the menu he'd never intended to order from and crossed the small distance between our tables, his jaw tight, his eyes flicking once toward the door before settling on us.
"I followed you," he said simply. "I know I wasn't asked to. I know the message said to come without security. I made the decision on my own."
"Someone in this café knew that too," I said, my voice shaking. "They knew you were here before I ever turned around and saw you."
Marcus's face paled slightly. "Someone's watching this meeting."
"Or someo
