It was poison served with a smile at his own table.
Ryan exhaled, almost amused. “Good. Because I’m tired of pretending to love him.”
Veronica made a sound like someone discussing spoiled groceries. “Just be patient. Once he’s gone, everything falls into place.”Marcus’s thoughts tried to sprint in twelve directions at once and kept colliding with the same wall:
My wife is trying to kill me. My brother is helping her.
The footsteps moved again, drifting down the hall.
Aisha didn’t release him until the voices faded.
When she finally spoke, her whisper was so quiet it barely existed.
“They’re not alone,” she said. “If they hear you, you’ll die.”
Marcus tried to speak. His tongue felt like paper.
“Aisha… what—”
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