Victor found himself alone faster than he believed possible.
His men were scattered across the restaurant floor, disarmed and groaning, while Cass stood near the center of the room with her sleeves rolled to her elbows and not a single tremor in her hands.
Victor pointed his weapon at her.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
Cass did not answer.
Marcus did.
He stood slowly from the corner booth, his face pale beneath the dim lights.
“She’s not who you think she is,” he said.
Victor’s eyes flicked toward him. “Then tell me.”
Marcus swallowed once.
“Years ago, there was a name whispered in places men like us were never supposed to know about. A woman who entered impossible situations and walked out while everyone else was still trying to understand what happened.”
Cass’s jaw tightened.
Marcus looked at her.
“They called her The Belladonna.”
The room went still again.