Page 211 of BounBound By Scars

And nothing else.

The fuck?

He shifted slightly and muttered under his breath. “He’s calling.”

Who now?

That was all it took. The entire Deathmark team moved in unison toward the door, as if pulled by an invisible thread.

Then—

The silent one tapped his forearm twice. A signal.

And they all stopped.

A signal that wasuniquely theirs.

My entire body locked up as he turned toward us.

The one who hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t reacted. Had barely moved.

So when he took a slow step forward, the shift in the air was instant.

Tension snapped tight, suffocating.

Gray’s voice was careful, a quiet warning. “Be sure, Vic.”

Vic nodded.

And then he stopped in front of us.

Slowly, deliberately, he pulled off his balaclava.

This was the same man who helped Amelia and I escape from the White House. The scarred, stoic man who handed me the keys to the convertible.

What the hell?

Then I noticed Zarek.

He wasn’t breathing. Wasn’t moving.

Sebastian’s expression barely flickered—just slightly—but Logan’s reaction twisted my gut.

Because Logan’s breath caught. His face went pale, his body rigid, like he was looking at a ghost.

And then, in a voice so low it almost wasn’t there, Vic exhaled a name.

“…Zar.”

Zarek shook his head in disbelief and took a slow, careful step forward.

No one spoke.

No one fucking breathed.

Vic just stood there like a statue, expression utterly blank. He didn’t show any emotions while Zarek? Zarek’s fingers curled into fists, his lower lip trembling.

He looked like he might either collapse or kill him.

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