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Chapter 206

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last update Last Updated: 2025-12-22 16:34:20

Meanwhile, Marcus sat back at his desk, phone in hand, eyes unreadable.

The apartment was quiet again, too quiet, the kind that let thoughts echo until they sharpened into plans. He had already felt it in his bones the moment Jace told him Elena was alive.

She would dig.

And when Elena Sinclair dug, she did not stop at the obvious. She peeled skin from bones. She chased ghosts. She remembered patterns no one else ever noticed.

Phantom Wolf would not stay buried much longer.

Marcus’s jaw tightened as he unlocked his phone and opened Jace’s chat. Jace’s name still carried a softness that didn’t belong anywhere near what Marcus was about to do, but that was precisely why it would work.

He typed slowly, deliberately, crafting the message the way one laid a snare.

Marcus: Hey… random thought.

I might have a short work trip coming up. Nothing crazy. A few days, maybe a week. Since we’re still getting to know each other, I thought it might be nice if you tagged along. No pressure. Just… thou
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