Chapter 56

Marcy stared at the man in front of her.

The man sitting in the booth looked barely older than her, his face smooth, boyish even. His jaw was clean, his skin fresh. But his eyes…his eyes ruined the illusion. Dark, sharp, and cold. They pinned her like knives, a shadow that didn’t belong on a face so young.

He leaned back against the velvet seat, one arm stretched along the top, fingers tapping laz