Marek's POV
I stayed on the rug floor after Nolan left, my knees aching, throat burning, the taste of him still thick on my tongue. The room spun a little when I finally pushed myself up.
My hands shook as I fixed my belt, wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt, and tried to smooth my hair back into something that didn’t scream what had just happened. I couldn’t let anyone see me like this. Especially not Esme.
Lior.
Shit. Lior.
I bolted out of the office, my feet pounding the hallway so hard I was sure the walls shook. My chest felt like it was cracking open with every breath.
If the boy had woken up alone, if someone had come looking, if Cole found out I’d left him… I didn’t finish the thought. I just ran.
I reached the guest room and shoved the door open so hard it bounced o
