Marcus spoke in a steady, chilly tone that chilled me to the bone. With the man at his feet motionless, he dropped his weapon and looked at me. His piercing, unfathomable eyes seemed to cut through the surrounding darkness.
He stated in a strong tone, "We don't have time to waste." "Take the backups, then let's move on."
With adrenaline still rushing through my veins, I paused for a second. The issue was weighing heavily on me, and I felt as though my body and mind were not connected. It was too much—the dead man, the impending danger of the heir and his army.
I was brought back to reality by Marcus's abrupt statement, "Olivia." "Go."
With haste, I gathered the dispersed drives and shoved them back into my bag as I fell to my knees. My hands were shaking, and my mind was racing, making it hard for me to concentrate. Even though Marcus had saved my life, his presence felt just as risky as the men who were pursuing us.
