"He looks terrible."
Dmitri's voice was quiet as he watched Marcus stare out the window of Viktor's safe house, and concern filled every word. Three days had passed since their return from Paris, and Marcus had barely eaten or slept in all that time.
"He hasn't moved from that spot in six hours," Aria said, and worry showed clearly in her expression. "I tried to get him to eat something this morning, but he just shook his head and went back to watching the door like Viktor's going to walk through it any second with the results."
"The results aren't due until this evening at the earliest," Viktor said from his computer station. "The lab promised seventy-two hours, and it's only been sixty-eight. Marcus knows this, but he can't stop obsessing."
"Can you blame him?" Aria asked quietly. "He found out his supposedly dead wife is alive and that the son he thought he lost might be real and living in Paris. Of course, he can't think about anything else."
