Marcus ’s POV
Three weeks.
That’s how long Marcus had been living in the shitty motel on the edge of neutral territory, surviving on vending machine food and the little money he’d managed to scrape together before fleeing.
Three weeks since, the Tranz brothers had beaten him within an inch of his life and told him to disappear.
Three weeks of replaying that night over and over… Selina’s terrified face, the rogues closing in, his own cowardice as he’d run and left her to die.
He sat on the stained motel bed, knees pulled to his chest, staring at nothing. The TV played some sitcom rerun he wasn’t watching.
The sounds of other guests filtered through the paper-thin walls…couples arguing, kids crying, lives continuing like the world hadn’t completely fallen apart.
But Marcus’s world ha
