The warehouse seemed to hold its breath as Marcus’s threat hung in the air, the cold barrel of his gun pressed against Isabella’s temple. Leila’s heart pounded in her chest, every nerve in her body screaming at her to run—but how could they leave Isabella behind?
Ethan stood frozen, his eyes locked on Marcus, fury and desperation battling within him. Leila could see the conflict in his gaze—he didn’t trust Isabella, but he couldn’t let her die. Not like this. Not when there were still so many questions unanswered.
“Let her go,” Ethan growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Marcus’s lips curled into a smirk. “Why should I? She’s been playing you, Graves. Working against you. Hell, she’s the reason you’re in this mess to begin with.”
Isabella’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t say a word, her
