Marcus was seated on a black leather sofa, his upper body bare, his muscular form on full display. His clothing lay nearby.

Harlan’s eyes narrowed as he examined Marcus’ wounded arm.

“Your injury is more severe than I anticipated.”

He had been dispatched by Victor to assess Marcus’ condition.

“It’s been poisoned by Bloody Herb,” he continued, sitting opposite Marcus, hands resting on his knees.

“We haven’t yet developed a treatment. You’ll have to endure it for now. You may need to remain on Raven Island for a while. You’re well aware of the complexity of Bloody Herb.”

Marcus remained silent as Derek approached to dress the wound. The festering injury and surrounding skin were a gruesome sight. Derek’s face betrayed his revulsion as he bandaged the wound with the utmost care.

filled a glass with brandy and took a measured

cruelty on you,” he said, his voice tinged with

nearly fell off a cliff. You were the

his face betraying his

feeling about

from her. Even during their more intimate moments, he would

him with a model airplane. As he was about to give it to Bruce, Marcus noticed Bruce’s grip on the chair’s armrest, so

Angela’s Library

had been filled with a resentful

years, Bruce’s nonchalant demeanor had hidden a deep unwillingness to be overshadowed by Marcus. Bruce’s father, Jonah, was similarly

wealth and success, he harbored ambitious plans to

then stepped out onto the balcony. Rain was falling, and

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