ELLA

“His anger was always going to be the end of him,” Marshall’s deep voice reverberates through the walls of him as he enters, commanding authority. My throat goes dry.

Tears fall from my eyes as I look at him, watching him circle me and Philip’s body like a predator would its prey.

“Modern-day Icarus. Flew too close to the sun, don’t you think?”

My breath comes out in short, broken forms. I can’t think of what to say. My gaze flits to the cops in the room, all nonchalant ...