Ezekial called over and over again, but Marcus wasn't answering. His phone had been switched off for days now.
Frowning, he looked up at the small house in front of him. He'd had no choice but to come directly to his home and find out what had happened.
Didn't he kill the girl?
Evelyn Darkwood was still very much alive and breathing.
Pushing the door open, he stepped inside, slamming it shut behind him.
"Marcus!"
He scaled further into the house.
"Marcu—"
Marcus sprung out of nowhere, holding a knife. His shoulders were rising and falling in quick breathing. "Back off! Get out of my—"
"Marcus!" Ezekial was confused. "What is wrong with you?"
"Boss…?"
Marcus blinked, swallowing hard.
"Oh…I-it's you."
"Yes, it's me." Ezekial frowned. "Who else would it be? And why are you holding a knife? What's going on?"
