The figure that emerged from the shadows was cloaked in darkness, making it difficult to discern their features. Isabella's heart raced as she instinctively stepped closer to Leon, her breath hitching in her throat. Whoever this was, they weren't supposed to be here.
"Who are you?" Leon demanded, his voice low and steady as he positioned himself protectively in front of Isabella. The tension in the air crackled like electricity.
As the figure stepped into the dim light, Isabella's stomach dropped. It was Marcus—his presence sending a wave of dread coursing through her veins. He wore a smirk that was both charming and unsettling, his eyes glinting with a predatory glimmer.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Marcus drawled, leaning casually against a nearby tree, as if he had stumbled upon a casual meeting between friends rather than a confrontation filled with secrets.
