I didn’t play Marcus’s game. I didn’t guess which of his cryptic statements was true. But there was no mistaking the shift in him, his throat tightening, his voice weighted, when he’d said those last words.
I watched Eloise Laughlin die.
That told me nothing about how she died. It told me even less about why he’d followed it with Julian.
“Shall we turn our attention to the bridge, Heiress?” Marcus asked, skipping the part where he made me guess what he meant. I wasn’t sure he actually wanted me to.
I pulled my attention to the scene in front of us. The clearing opened under the moon, fewer trees here to block the silver light. The bridge arched over a narrow creek, the water hidden beneath the shadowed planks. Its construction was deliberate, wooden railings, balusters hand-shaped with
