Marcus POV**
The thought of Cassandra turning down my meal ignited a fire within me. With each step I took into the dark tunnel, my fingers clenched into fists, driven by a fierce need to make her understand my intentions.
No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, there was no escaping the fact that Cassandra was my weakness, and I had fallen for her—hard. Yet, she persisted in rejecting my advances, ignoring my relentless efforts to prove my genuine care for her.
“Where is he?” I muttered, lounging on the couch in a shadowy room. Damien bowed his head and stepped out; I waited patiently. Moments later, he returned with a blindfolded man, battered and barely recognizable. He tossed him to the cold floor, and his shrieking echoed through the room. He struggled to get on his feet, but i
