Marcus's room, a once-peaceful sanctuary, had transformed into a crucible of fear and desperation. He paced back and forth, his steps echoing his relentless turmoil.
Aric's presence in the settlement was akin to the catalyst of his impending downfall, waiting to explode in the makeshift locker room where Shinon had imprisoned him.
Marcus had always been a man of calculated moves, a puppet master pulling the strings from the shadows. But now, as he faced the consequences of his actions, panic gnawed at the edges of his composure.
As for the man who had promised Marcus power, who had whispered tempting promises of domination, he had been reduced to a looming threat, threatening to destroy everything Marcus had worked for.
Despite being partners for a while, he knew that if Aric regained consciousness, the treacherous man would not hesitate to spill the secrets Marcus had been desperate to keep hidden.
