"Marcus Silvian," Damian whispered as realization dawned on him.

How is he here? What’s a bar owner doing here...? Does he think Glass House is worth it? Enough for him to find his way to our world?

Damian shook his head and clicked his tongue, his eyes locked on the scene, waiting to see what trouble Marcus brought with him.

"You told me I could come. I did everything you asked, and now I’m being thrown out?" Marcus’s voice cut through the air, sharp with anger.

Two guards gripped ...