The room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that comes right before a big storm, before something bad happens.
I just stood there, my heart thumping like a drum. I was looking at the man I married. The one I gave my title to, my trust, my whole life. But all I saw now was a traitor.
"You're not even sorry," I said, my voice all shaky.
Marcus didn't move. Didn't even blink. "I did what had to be done."
"Seven people, Marcus. Humans. Innocents. And you cut symbols into their bodies like they were nothing."
"They were a means to an end."
"To what? Power?"
He finally looked at me, really looked at me. "To keep us safe. Strong. You think the Council will protect us when war comes? We needed an advantage. The old ways gave us that."
My stomach turned. "You sound just like the rogu
