The laughter grew louder, mixed with blood frothing from my lips, echoing through the lounge.

Marcus frowned.

“What are you laughing at? Have you completely lost your mind?”

I laughed as I struggled to push myself up.

“Marcus, you really are a joke.”

“Where do you think you’re sending her?”

“To hell?”

“What do you mean?”

A chill ran through Marcus’s chest.

His phone rang.

It was the assistant he had just called.

Marcus answered and put it on speaker.

“Did you find her?”

“Where is she?”