“She knew too much,” I murmur to myself, making my dad straighten up in the armchair. He looks like a living statue now. My mentor watches me silently, before his eyes glance behind me, his eyebrows furrowing.
I turn around, realizing that Marcus is blinking in surprise, like he just awakened from a deep slumber. He then freezes, turning his head towards me and standing up. He looks hurt again. “What did you do to me?” he wants to know, his voice barely audible. His arms are hanging deadly by his side, making me realize that I just screwed up majorly. Again.
“I have to go,” Cyrus lets me know from behind, leaving me torn between apologizing to Marcus and begging my mentor to take me with him. Finally, I end up doing both at the same time.
I send Marcus an apologetic gaze. “I’m sorry. Bu
