"Miss Hamilton, please wait."
Annabelle was making her way toward her room when Marc called out from behind.
"Yes...?" She turned with a raised brow.
"Could you do me a favor, please?" he asked earnestly.
Annabelle studied his face. Marc, usually upbeat and full of charm, looked disturbed and troubled. He was the closest thing to an ally she had in this house. Not quite an angel in a den of monsters, but definitely the most human one.
"Sure. How can I help?"
Marc had helped her more than once. She owed him a little kindness in return.
"Boss took a bullet in his left arm, but he's still working out in the gym like nothing happened. He shouldn't be."
Annabelle blinked. "Of course he shouldn't. But since when has Richard Barton ever acted normal?"
Richard Barton—the bane of her exist
