Beverly's POV

Every cell in my body recognized Marcus as a threat, I knew his presence was wrong and unwelcome. I was on my feet before consciousness caught up, my hand instinctively moving to protect my stomach where the baby grew.

"How did you find me?" My voice came out steadier than I felt. Marcus looked different from the last time I had seen him. Thinner, with shadows under his eyes that spoke of probably sleepless nights. He stepped further into the cabin like he owned it.

"Chen told ...