CHAPTER 50
MARCUS
For a few seconds, it was silent as I reeled in the reality of what I just asked.
What am I?
I stared at myself in the mirror on the ceiling. My body was marked with scratches on my back, bruises forming on my hips and the sheen of sweat still glistening on my skin.
But I didn't feel shame. I felt... satisfied. Alive.
The reflection staring back at me wasn't a stranger anymore. It was a man who discovered something about himself he was hiding for years.
Elena's fingers stilled on my chest as ahe propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes searching my face.
"What do you mean?" she asked softly.
I didn't answer right away, my gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, tracing the lines of my own body with my eyes. This was the man I had become.
Four years ago, I never w
