Marcus stood at the edge of the porch, his gaze steely as he watched Fiona’s car disappear into the forest, swallowed by trees and shadow.
Beside him, Felicity shifted, a low, steady growl rumbling in her chest. “She knows something,” she muttered. “That wasn’t just an investigation. That was a performance—for someone else.”
Marcus didn’t answer right away. His fists were clenched at his sides, jaw tight, eyes still glowing faintly gold as he stared into the distance.
For ROSA, Shadow growled inside him, voice deep and snarling in the back of his mind.
Lena slowly turned to face them both. Her voice came out hoarse, edged with disbelief. “The Council wouldn’t know I was a lone wolf… unless someone told them.”
Marcus’s head snapped toward her, his expression sharp. He had done everythi
