"What the fuck?"

A voice called out in mock horror, his laboured breathing the only sound in the room.

Two heads snapped in his direction, and two different gazes landed on him.

A set of wolfish eyes with a firing rage glared at him.

"Why are you here?" Marcos questioned, his rage seeping through his voice.

"I—i." He stammered, gulping audibly.

"Speak!"

Marcos roared, his voice laced with authority, an invisible force knocking him off his feet.

"I heard from the maids what was happening, so I came here." He cried out, holding his chest.

"And what makes you so brave to come in here?" He asked, irritated, looking at...