The room felt suffocating as Marcus advanced, a predator closing in on his prey. Leila’s heart pounded wildly, a mix of fear and determination coursing through her veins. She had to think fast—there was no way she could let Marcus get to Ethan.
“Step away from him, Marcus,” she said, her voice steady despite the terror that threatened to engulf her. “You won’t win this time.”
Marcus laughed, a cold, chilling sound that echoed off the sterile walls. “Oh, Leila, you really think you’re in control here? You’re merely a pawn in my game.”
Leila clenched her fists, refusing to back down. “You may think you have the upper hand, but you’re underestimating me.”
With a swift movement, she grabbed a nearby scalpel from the tray, holding it defensively. “You’re not going to hurt him. Not while I’m
