Calla’s POV

The door swung open to reveal Marcus Blackthorn standing there like he owned the place—which, considering I was trapped in this fortress, maybe he did.

He looked different than I remembered from our last meeting. He seemed less like a businessman and more like a predator. Gone was the expensive clothes; instead, he wore dark jeans and a black shirt that somehow made him look more intimidating. His hair, speckled with gray, was styled casually, and while he smiled at me, it was ...