MARCUS’S POV
I stood outside the driveway, gripping my coat in my hand as if to tear the fabric.
She was inside. I could feel her presence.
Aria Sinclair was an enigma - something out of a story.
If Damien was in fact in love with her, then there’s no telling the absolute c*****e that would follow. I remembered my mother’s advice when I was but a mere child, right after I had finished doing the family taxes. At eight years old, I was already a genius with numbers.
Eleanor had looked at my young, pudgy face with a calm smile.
One day, you will be my champion.
Now, that I was older, I had a sneaking suspicion what she meant.
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I was inside now, watching the dark curtains as they cut off any sunlight to the house. The lights overhead were off, so I was in near total darkness. As I c
