POV: Hazel"Ask Marcus what his own family signed forty years ago." I froze on the stairwell landing, the words hitting me with a force that had nothing to do with Vincent at all, and turned slowly to look at Marcus, whose face had gone the color of old ash."What is she talking about," Julian asked, his voice low and careful, the particular tone he used when he already suspected the answer would hurt someone he cared about, a tone I had heard directed at me once, long ago, in gentler circumstances than these.Marcus opened his mouth, closed it again, and for a long, terrible moment said nothing at all, his eyes fixed somewhere on the concrete floor as though he could not bear to meet any of ours, his hands twisting the strap of the phone case he still carried. "My grandfather worked for the Voss family," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Before he ever worked for the Daniels. I did not know that until three months ago, when an old letter surfaced in my mother's
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