Marcus Cutler POV:

“No!” I shouted at the door.

There was a quiet CRUNCH as the doorknob turned, meaning Julia had broken the lock. The door swung open, and she stepped in, taking the room in before her gaze settled on me. “Not feeling any better?” she asked me.

I rubbed my hands across my face. “Please just kill me now,” I ground out. “And don’t repeat you ‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ s***. I’ve had enough of that for one day.”

I couldn’t ...