I feel the tears forming at the bottom of my eyes when I realise what that means exactly.
Oh, God…
I look at Lucas, who remained in the door frame, and I can see in his eyes that he is thinking the same thing.
“She works for Cathal,” Lucas says, giving a voice to my thoughts. “She used us. She knew I would call her. She knew we would bring her exactly what she needed.”
I turn back to Marshall, already feeling my cheeks wet, and I shudder when I see his expression.
I can’t fucking believe it.
He is crying. Marshall, the emotionless man, is fucking crying, and it only makes me cry harder.
All that he ever wanted materialised, but not through his creation and not at the right time.
“Anmara, I am so sor…” Marshall starts by saying, but a strong cough interrupts his words, making him spit black liquid in his palm.
He looks at me with regret, with an unimaginable sadness, and what surprises me even more: with love.
For the first time ever, I am truly seeing the love he only showed me before through facts, gestures, and words.
But it is too late.
I watch how his eyes roll back into his skull and how he falls off the chair he was sitting in.
“Marshall!” I scream as I try to make him come to his senses.
I roll him on his side, helped by Lucas, when he starts foaming at the mouth. The wound from the stomach of an intense black liquid terrifies the hell out of me.
“You fucking idiot, don’t die on me just now!” I scream and slap him hard.
He starts to cough abruptly, spitting too much liquid that looks just like his eyes.
The two extinguished embers return to their initial position, watching me intensely.
“I l-love you, Anmara. I’m sorry that Itrulytold you these w-words just now,” Marshall says while his tears flow down his bloody cheeks. “Don’t let them…”
The coughing doesn’t let him continue. I feel his body lying soft in my arms. I start moving him, hoping he would wake up and tell us more. I stop when I can’t feel a single movement from him anymore. With my shuddering hand, I go to his neck to check his pulse.
It isn’t there anymore.
Marshall is dead.
I feel a strong shiver conquering me.
Something is not right… I also feel emotional. Damn it, Marshall.
I look at Lucas. He shakes his head regretfully and gets me in a strong hug, where I release a long row of tears I was holding inside for too long.
They were still there. My feelings for Marshall were hidden deep inside my broken mind, and now they came to the surface way more painful than I would’ve ever thought I’d feel. It fucking hurts, especially because the person I loved abruptly went to the other side, and he died knowing that I hated him.
I will fucking kill her.
I will destroy her. Bianca and all of the people she cares about. Her whole family will be in danger. Nobody aroundher will see my revenge coming because I will release the weapon that lies within me. I will let her torture them, however dangerous and bloody she can.
It will be havoc, and I’ll have to do it alone because I won’t be able to control the hell that will be unleashed around me. She wants to get out into the world, and I’ll finally let her when the time comes.
You will protect those three with your life. You will keep them as far away from the chaotic fury, Anora.
