One of the Masters was dead. It was the wrong Master, but one no less deserving of death than Gold. Master Emmerson had been killed, and with his death, the timeline for their coup was brought forward.
Two hours. That was all the time that stood between Marcus and his revenge. Gold was mere feet away, gagged and tied up alongside Medial Jacobs, and it would be so easy for him to simply walk into Liam’s spare bedroom and end the Master’s life. There was a time when he wouldn’t have even hesitated, but he had more patience now, and he was not the only one whose desire for justice needed to be met.
So Marcus would wait until the Council meeting at seven. He would wait to tell his story. He would wait to finally be heard. He would wait to get his hands on Gold.
“This is really going to h
