loor when I heard th

hrobbing. My eyes scanned the room, searching for the sou

small device, with a blinking

sec

just trying to humiliate me. He was trying t

arcus who my father had assigned to me years ago, had bee

ed, yanking the pe

itate. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in

st the opposite wall. The entire floor shook. Debris rained down aro

was alive. Marcus had shielded me with hi

e grim. "We need to get

ilding. As we were escorted down through the ch

atching the building burn, a phone to his ear. He tho

hear his words, carr

e phone. "The bitch is dead. We're not lea

wasn't just a trait

ng confidence. "The mercenaries are in position. The

romised. This was bigger than a persona

the ground, just like he burned m