"Marcus."
I said his name like it might break apart if I said it too loudly.
"That's not possible," I said, though even as I said it, memory after memory rearranged itself in my mind. The way he'd looked at me in that hospital room a year ago. The way he'd said your eyes never changed. The careful, protective distance he'd kept ever since, watching over me the way a stranger never would.
"He pulled you out of that car," Lucien said slowly. "The night of the accident. He said he'd been watching the Kingsley estate for months."
"Because he knew," I said. "Not suspected. Knew, the entire time, and never said a single word."
Lucien's jaw tightened. "We need to find him. Now."
We left Victoria's room quickly, Damien staying behind at her bedside while Marcus's name echoed through my mind
