Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

INTO FIRE

The cold night air burned in Eva’s lungs as she dragged Marcus through the narrow alley. Behind them, the sound of Harris’s men swarming the scene grew fainter, but Eva knew it was only a matter of time before they were back on their trail.

“You… you didn’t have to save me,” Marcus gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Shut up and keep moving,” Eva snapped, her tone sharp, but laced with concern. She glanced back at him, his face pale and slick with sweat. “We’re not out of this yet.”

“I’m slowing you down,” Marcus muttered, leaning heavily on her. “I’m dead weight.”

Eva’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not dead yet. Now shut up and focus on breathing.”

Marcus didn’t respond, but his breathing grew more labored. Eva cursed under her breath. They had to find a place to lay low, but there was no time. Not with Harris’s men combing the streets. She glanced at the blood seeping through Marcus’s shirt. They couldn’t stop—not yet.

“We need to get you to a doctor,” she muttered, her voice more