Dumped, Because His "HER" Is Back
Marcus and the Ares team had already secured the perimeter, their tactical lights cutting through the fog like the eyes of prowling predators.
In the center of the jagged foundation, a woman sat in a lone, high-backed chair that had been brought specifically for this occasion. Leticia Valerius looked perfectly composed, her silver hair shimmering under the moonlight. She wasn't tied down. She didn't need to be. She knew that running was a peasant’s game, and she was the queen of this nightmare.
"You always had a flair for the dramatic, Lucian," Leticia said, her voice carrying over the roar of the waves crashing hundreds of feet below. "Bringing me back to the site of your greatest failure.