Thank you for looking after me I mutter. I turn and look at Marcus breathing in the cool air , the tension between us growing my heart beating rapidly..
Marcus's breath hitches, the sound sharp and ragged in the quiet of the balcony.
As I take his chin in my hand, he stops working entirely, letting the metal components of the gun clatter softly onto the table.
He turns his head slightly, leaning into my touch, his eyes searching mine with a look that is almost painful in its intensity.
Up close, the shadows under his eyes are more apparent, and the raw, unyielding devotion I saw on the mountain is back, ten times stronger.
"Don't thank me, Nova," he whispers, his voice vibrating through his chest and into mine.
"I've spent ten years failing you. This isn't just looking after you-th
