Marcus's Point of view

As soon as I got out of the SUV, I could smell blood. It was old enough that it had soaked into the pavement's crevices and left dark, rust-colored stains on the ground, but it wasn't new—not the type that still held warmth.

There is a message and It was also intended for me. Fiona waited for me to go closer as she stood close to the Steele-owned warehouse's door, her face solemn. Caleb was behind her, yelling commands to the patrol guards to keep the perimeter safe.

Nobody had to explain what had happened to me. It was there, drawn in wide, pouring strokes on...