Marcus stood at the entrance of the path, his tall frame casting a long shadow over them. He had been looking for Sophia, sent by Adrian to check on her since the meeting was taking longer than expected. He had seen everything. He had watched them surround her, attack her, hurt her... and now he saw her sitting on the ground, blood on her lips, pain written all over her face.
Rage, cold and lethal, burned in his eyes. He didn't shout. He didn't rush forward. He just stood there, looking at them with a gaze so heavy and threatening that it felt like physical pressure against their chests.
"Marcus..." Lila whispered, her voice trembling. "We... we were just... talking. She... she fell. She’s sick or something..."
Marcus took one slow step toward them, his hands clenched into fists at his
