Chapter 2: The Frozen Senator

Evelyn glided toward Marcus, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Don't worry, darling. I was just taking out the trash. The maid was getting too comfortable."
Marcus didn't move. He looked like he had been turned to stone. His gaze stayed locked on Clara, who was now slowly pushing herself up from the floor. She wasn't sobbing. She wasn't cowering. She was watching him with a cold, terrifying clarity that seemed to strip away the Senator’s veneer of power.
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"Marcus," Evelyn prompted, pulling at his lapel. "Tell her to get out. Tell her she’s nothing."
Marcus finally spoke, but his voice was a broken, unrecognizable rasp. "Evelyn… stop."