|Carmella|
“Surprised?”
Marcus’s voice slithered into my thoughts, rich with smug satisfaction, shattering the eerie silence that had settled in. My insides churned with anger, a simmering heat that begged to lash out, but I forced myself to remain still, my expression composed. Giving Marcus the reaction he sought was the last thing I intended. I met his gaze with a hardened stare, refusing to let him see the fear that threatened to seep through.
“If you know who I am, Marcus, then you should also know what awaits you when they come for me,” I said evenly, my tone laced with warning. “You’re playing with fire, and you’re not prepared for the burn.”
He chuckled, a hollow, chilling sound that echoed through the dimly lit room.
“Fire, you say?” he mused, his grin widening. “I’ve dance
