Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

DEPTH OF OBLIVION

his fingers weakly curling around hers. “You don’t have to do this.”

Eva’s throat tightened as she felt his touch. “I do. I won’t let you die, Marcus. Not like this.”

The weight of unspoken feelings pressed on her chest, but there was no time to acknowledge them fully. Not with Harris and his men watching, waiting to pounce the moment she faltered. She had to stay strong—for Marcus, for Coleman, and for herself.

Harris clapped his hands once, breaking the moment. “Touching. Really. But time’s ticking, Eva. You’ve got a decision to make.”

Eva stood up, squaring her shoulders. “I’ve made my choice. I’ll get you the codes, but you have to keep them alive.”

Harris raised an eyebrow. “You’re in no position to make demands, but… I’ll indulge you. They stay breathing—at least until you deliver.” He motioned to his men. “Let’s go.”

One of Harris’s men grabbed Eva’s arm roughly, pulling her toward the door. She glanced back at Marcus, their eyes locking one last time before the cold night air