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?”