Chapter 7
The high-speed motorcade swept down the Interstate, moving with terrifying, silent precision.
Inside the luxury vehicle, the air was thick with unspoken words and heavy memories.
Leo and Noah quickly grew fascinated by the small tv screens built into the front headrests.
Marcus watched them through the rearview mirror, his hand trembling slightly as he held his phone.
“They are healthy?” Marcus asked softly, keeping his eyes on the glass mirror.
“They are thriving,” I answered curtly, staring out the tinted window at the passing trees.
“They are smart, kind, and completely innocent of the dark world you live in.”
“I never wanted this life for them, Evelyn,” Marcus said, his voice dropping into a painful whisper.
“When you left, I spent months in that empty house, staring at the walls.”
“I almost burned the entire empire to the ground trying to figure out why you vanished.”
I let out a bitter breath, turning my head to glare at the back of his seat.
“You don't need to play the victim, Marcus.”
“I know what I saw in your study.”
“You were on top of my sister, the girl I helped raise after our parents died.”
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Marcus squeezed his eyes shut, his knuckles turning stark white against the armrest.
“You saw twenty seconds of a trap that was set to destroy me, Evelyn,” Marcus revealed softly.
