Charlie’s blood turned to ice. Shit…The glass nearly slipped from his suddenly numb fingers as he stared at Marcus, whose face was carved into hard lines of disapproval.“What do you mean?” His voice came out steadier than he felt.“You know exactly what I mean, Charlie,” Marcus replied, his voice low and controlled in a way that was far more dangerous than shouting. “Answer the question.”Charlie’s mind spun. How long had Marcus been standing there? What had he seen? What had he heard?This wasn’t just about breaking a rule. This was about trust. Loyalty. A contract signed in ink and enforced in something far less forgiving.“I was checking on her,” Charlie said carefully. “She had a nightmare.”Marcus didn’t blink. “In your bed?”Charlie swallowed, his throat dry as paper.. There it was. No misunderstanding. No room to maneuver. Denial would be useless. Marcus wasn’t a man who asked questions without already knowing the answer.“Listen,” Charlie said, forcing himself to hold the ol
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