SHAY
One of the perks of being under Marcus' protection was the excuse not to mingle in large crowds such as parties.
Given that X was yet to be captured, Marcus wanted me to be within his sight at all costs. It resulted in me being by his side all throughout whatever event it was.
Consequently, when Detective Oliver and I had entered the grand hall, which was an exclusive feature inside The Mesial alone, my grip on the detective's arm tightened.
He immediately sensed my discomfort, placing his hand on my bare one, giving me a small thread of reassurance.
The sea of people who were all finely dressed for the occasion would, at intervals, send smiles of acknowledgment when the detective and I passed by them.
I could point out some familiar faces, but they were still strangers in my perspective.
Marcus was the one who mingled with them, not me.
Finally locating where his father was, I found myself face to face with George Oliver, the man who took over Marcus's position.
