For three seconds, nobody spoke.
The video showed Marcus standing behind Victor.
The real Marcus was standing beside them.
Same face.
Same scar.
Same voice.
Elena looked from the screen to Marcus.
“How?”
Marcus stared at his own image.
“I don’t know.”
Adrian didn’t take his eyes off the screen.
“Turn it off.”
Marcus obeyed.
The chapel fell silent.
Evelyn looked frightened.
“Was that really him?”
“No,” Marcus said.
His voice was steady, but his face wasn’t.
“I’ve never seen that man before.”
Adrian turned toward him.
“Then someone has been studying you.”
Marcus gave a humorless smile.
“Apparently.”
Elena looked at the recording device still lying on the stone floor.
“They want us afraid.”
Adrian nodded.
“And they want us looking at each other.”
Elena understood im
