Emily's breath seized in her throat as the guy in the black suit entered the room, his predatory eye glancing over Daniel and her. She could see the walls closing in, the clean hospital room unexpectedly too tiny, too stifling. Every instinct in her body shouted for her to go, but nowhere to go; the tension crackled in the air like a live wire. Marcus had located them, and now his guy was waiting at the doorway, therefore preventing any possibility of escape.
Daniel moved on his bed, attempting to straighten himself despite his damaged physique. As he concentrated on the invader, his eyes, worn and damaged, were keen and relentless. He snarled, clearly knowing the answer, but asked "Who sent you?"
The guy grinned and moved deliberately slowly as if he were savouring their horror. "Mr S
