Page 94 of The Immortal’s Mark

She’s the one who left.

She’s the one who needs to try to bridge the canyon she put between us.

“Come.” Gregory tugs my hand.

He opens the bedroom door, revealing a small, cozy room.

A narrow twin bed is tucked along the wall, covered in a sea of ocean-blue and seafoam-green pillows and blankets. The walls are painted a lighter shade of blue, and through the open window, the ocean gleams in the distance.

Gregory guides me inside, releasing my hand.

With heavy feet, I walk to the edge of the bed and sit down with a sigh.

“I’ll grab your bags. You should shower and relax,” he says, already stepping into the hall.

“Thank you, Gregory. For everything.”

My bodyguard has gone above and beyond his protective duties. I don’t want to think what the last couple of days would’ve been like without him.

“Anytime, Darcie.” He smiles. “I’ll be back soon.”

He closes the door, and I flop back onto the bed.

The ceiling is painted a solid cream color, and I can’t help but miss the beautiful paintings that decorate the brothers’ mansion.

Stop it.

I close my eyes and release another sigh.

I’ve left Greece. With any luck, I won’t return unless I want to.

Our task force will find Adir and end this rebellion.

Bella will return to Thane safe and sound, and the brothers’ roles as protectors of humanity will remain intact when they return to their full power.

I repeat the words over and over again, manifesting them into reality, as I drift off to sleep.

A streak of brightness falls over my eyes.

A groan drags from my throat, and I flip over to hide my face in the fluffy pillow under my head. I’m not ready to wake up. An unfamiliar floral scent tickles my nostrils. And the buzz of insects travels into my ears.

I gasp and fly upright.

My neck snaps left and right as I take in my surroundings. My racing heart slows as I recognize my room in the safehouse.

That’s right.

I’m in Florida.

My duffel bags sit on the floor by the end of the bed. I’m still wearing my clothes from the flight.

With another groan, I push myself out of bed and shuffle to my bag.

I dig out my phone to check for a message from Dad, but the time makes me freeze.

It’s nine?

I glance outside. The sun is bright. That’s not possible. Unless⁠—