Marcus was currently inside Ryan's room.
He'd woken up an hour ago to find himself alive, bandaged, and lying in bed next to Ryan's unconscious form. The pain in his abdomen was manageable thanks to whatever drugs they'd given him, but the memory of the knife sliding into his flesh made him shudder.
A man had introduced himself as Matt, the same Matt who'd been at Ryan's apartment that night with the other suited men. He'd explained that Ryan had passed out from exhaustion after everything that happened.
The doctor had given him more medication, and left with instructions to rest. But Marcus couldn't rest, not with Ryan lying there unconscious, not after seeing the way Ryan had moved when he'd attacked that assassin.
Marcus had never seen violence like that before. The precision, the brutality, the way Ryan's hands had moved without hesitation, it had been terrifying and mesmerizing all at once.
