-Revenge-
I sat across from Marcus in a red-brown leather chair. Two glasses filled with whiskey rested on the small table between us. Marcus lounged comfortably in his chair, hands folded in front of him, a smug smile playing on his lips. He looked as if he had just won a great victory.
I glared at him, anger simmering beneath the surface. My gaze kept drifting to his hands, remembering what they had done to her.
Elena.
Her name lingered in my mind, and I closed my eyes, trying to push away the calming effect it had on me. It was such a beautiful name, evoking a sense of peace that felt out of place. What was it about her that affected me so deeply?
I shook my head, smiling a little. I must be losing my mind, I concluded, as I considered saving her. She meant nothing to me—just a hu
