Marcus’s POV
The grandfather clock in the corner of my study was ticking away the late hours of the night, and I kept walking from one side of the rug to the other because my wolf was completely restless, the scent of Cecelia’s changing blood still lingering in my mind and making it impossible for me to rest. The security data from the eastern gate was still bothering me deeply, because the fact remained that someone had to have bypassed the main grid to let her out, and the thought that one of my own men was working against me was like a splinter in my skull that I could not pull out. I stopped by the desk and poured another glass of amber liquor, but I did not even drink it because a sudden wave of anxiety hit my chest, an intense instinct that told me something was wrong with the girl
