As I walked away from Nico's house, every step felt like it was dragging me deeper into a void. My mind was a blur of confusion and fear. I knew where I had to go—back to Marshall. It was the only way to keep everyone safe, to ensure Bella and Enzo's survival. But as I made my way to the hotel where Marshall was staying, the weight of what I was about to do nearly crushed me.
As I stumbled through the hotel lobby, my heart pounded with a mix of desperation and fear. The lobby’s polished floors seemed to shift beneath my feet as I approached the front desk, my nerves on edge. I desperately needed to see Marshall, but I was met with an impassive stare from the desk clerk.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice flat, almost bored.
"I need to see Marshall Blackwood," I said, trying to keep
