NORA
I stare at CeCe's notepad, my head swimming with confusion. Who the hell is Florence? And why does the mention of her name make Marcellus look like someone just punched him in the gut?
The unease on his face is... surprising. For once, the man who always seems ten steps ahead looks genuinely rattled. It unsettles me more than I want to admit.
Marcellus pushes himself up on one elbow, his voice thick. "CeCe. Where is she?"
Before CeCe can even lift her notepad again, a loud crash echoes from downstairs. It's the unmistakable sound of something shattering.
CeCe scribbles quickly and turns the notepad towards me.
'Judging by that sound, she's in the kitchen trying to make Mars' favorite tart.'
My eyes widen. A sudden, hot wave of possessiveness takes hold of me.
Mars is mine.
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