Marcus’s eyes narrowed, his instincts catching every twitch of Drake’s trembling form.
“So, you’ve remembered the past?” His voice carried the cold weight of truth.
Drake’s gaze dropped, his face pale below the hospital light. The garment clung carelessly to his body, making him appear more fragile than he had ever admitted.
Drake had broken Elena, piece by piece. Her foster mother’s death had claw marks that traced back to him. And now, with Lucian —the beast who slaughtered Jamil set to leave the country.
Did this moment of weakness in Drake mean regret? Or was it only the shallow sting of memory, nothing more?
Drake swallowed hard, his lips tightening. “No… It’s just a fragment,” he muttered, his eyes avoiding Marcus’s piercing glare.
Marcus’s brow creased. “So, you collapsed… bec
