Chapter 7: Even The Devil Gets Jealous
Marcus POV
The lights in the bar were dim, the kind of place where secrets were currency and silence was comfort. I sat at the farthest corner, a glass of bourbon untouched in front of me. My emerald eyes—those same piercing, unforgettable eyes, stared into nothing, caught somewhere between the past and the memory of the woman who haunted every breath I took.
Serena.
Even her name tasted like longing.
I had kissed her and the taste of her lips still lingered, bitter and sweet like a memory I never got to bury.
I sat alone at the rooftop bar of Le Marais Grand, the city’s skyline swallowing my thoughts. The whiskey burned less than it should’ve. Or maybe I was already too numb to feel it. Since I saw her, Serena, everything I thought I’d buried s
