Marcus hadn't left his room in three days.
Kai stood outside his door, knocking gently. "Marcus? Talk to me, brother."
Silence.
"Please. We're worried about you."
Finally, a weak voice came through the door. "Go away, Kai."
"Not happening. Open the door or I'm coming in."
The lock clicked. Kai pushed the door open slowly.
Marcus sat on his bed, knees pulled to his chest. He looked smaller somehow. Broken. Dark circles under his eyes said he hadn't slept since Alaska.
"I felt him in my head," Marcus whispered. "Theo. He wasn't even trying to hurt me. Just desperate. So desperate to reach Tamara that he used me like a phone."
Kai sat beside him carefully. "It wasn't your fault."
"What if he takes me again? What if next time I hurt someone?" Marcus's hands shook. "What if he makes m
