Marcus jolted awake, his breathing ragged as the remnants of his nightmare clung to him. Anya’s face haunted his mind—her expression filled with pain and betrayal. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the image away, but it was useless. The past had already been set in motion.
"Damn it, Damien!" he cursed under his breath, gripping the sheets tightly.
The door creaked open, and L.A. stepped inside cautiously. "You're finally awake," she said softly. Marcus didn’t meet her gaze. Shame weighed heavily on his shoulders.
"How long was I unconscious?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion as he stared blankly at the window.
"A day," L.A. admitted, regret evident in her tone. "I'm sorry, Marcus. I didn’t understand before, but now I know you did all of that for her."
He simply nodded, too exh
