“What happened?”
I stared in dismay at the door to Koran’s lair lying on the ground.
“Cahl marked you,” Ulrich replied tersely behind my back.
“Ah.”
“Yes. How could you not know...”
At this very moment, Elliot came out of the blond giant’s bachelor pad, he was tastefully decorated: a nice shiner and a split lip. The meta murdered me with his unharmed eye then passed me without even a greeting.
“That was just before I went through several red lights to get you back. You know Elliot and his diplomacy...”
At the time, I had only one desire: to flee very, very far from Koran.
I was still thinking about a possible escape plan when he appeared in the doorway. Gigantic, shirtless, and sweaty. His chocolate eyes stared at me for far too long.
“Enter.”
A simple order, clear... straightfor
