"They might have been worried about your mark," another team member chipped in, nodding toward Trevor's chest.
Thomas frowned. He looked at Lucy, who seemed just as confused. What mark? Trevor had been a powerhouse of physical strength, but Thomas hadn't seen anything that looked like a permanent brand or seal.
"Speaking of the mark, I need to report this to the SA," Trevor's face soured, looking as if he'd just swallowed a mouthful of bile. "We need her help this time. I hate it, but we're out of our depth."
The silence that followed was heavy. Everyone knew he was talking about Ellisa.
To Thomas's surprise, Trevor began to strip off his upper gear. He unzipped his tactical vest and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a torso that looked like it had been sculpted out of granite. But it was the centre of his chest that drew every eye.
