Marcus's POV
I don’t move as Anna tells Ben goodbye.
I stand there with my hands shoved into my jacket pockets, jaw tight, watching the way she speaks to him—soft but firm, kind without being intimate. Still, the sight of it sets something feral pacing behind my ribs. Ben nods, says something I can’t hear, then steps back. Oscar’s already halfway down the sidewalk, shoulders stiff.
Ben glances at me once before he turns away.
I don’t blink.
When they disappear past the corner, Anna pivots toward me.
And she looks mad.
Not explosive-mad. Not shouting—mad. It’s worse than that—quiet, sharp, eyes flashing in a way that makes my stomach drop straight through the pavement.
My heart starts hammering.
Here it comes, I think. I deserve this.
She takes a step closer. Then another. Her bro
