CHAPTER 12: HUNTING GHOSTS
Author: Jules
last update2026-01-13 01:06:57

They gave Marcus a room. Not a cell. An actual room with a bed, bathroom, and clothes that fit. Court headquarters was buried three floors underground, but they'd made it comfortable. Like a bunker designed by interior decorators who'd watched too many spy movies.

Marcus showered. Watched blood circle the drain. No enhanced healing meant the hot water stung like hell on his cuts and bruises. His reflection showed damage. Black eye, split lip, bruises covering his torso like a map of violence.

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