The room was thick with tension, every breath heavy as Marcus stepped further into the cabin. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement, savoring the moment like a predator toying with its prey. The air was cold, but the chill that ran down Leila’s spine was much sharper, born from the icy stare Marcus gave her.
Ethan stood in front of her, shielding her with his body, his jaw clenched and eyes blazing with fury. Lily, though outnumbered, hadn’t lowered her gun. They were cornered, yet defiant, unwilling to give in to the inevitable.
“You didn’t really think you could run from me, did you?” Marcus sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. “No one escapes me.”
Leila’s pulse thundered in her ears. This was it—the moment they had feared all along. She glanced at Gabriel, lying unconscious on
