*MARCUS’ POV*

An hour or so passed before the exhausted couple were rudely pulled out of their tranquil bubble. A thundering knocking on the large wooden door had Bonnie jumping out of her skin. Wolfgang snarled under his breath and was prepared to knock out whoever was standing on the other side of his bedroom door.

“What?!” he snapped.

The door swung open and in walked Monte who looked as pale as a phantom. Rolled up in his left hand was ...