Serah made her way back to the hideout she shared with her team, her boots striking a steady rhythm against the cobblestone streets. From the moment she left the restaurant until the very step that brought her here, her mind had been turning over Marcus's words, searching for the perfect way to present them without drawing the slightest suspicion. If her team sensed that the idea had come from someone outside their circle—especially from Marcus—it could place his identity in a dangerous position.
By the time she reached the hideout's door, she had the answer. The key was to make it all sound like her own thoughts. If she could rephrase every piece of his advice into her own cadence, her own reasoning, then no one would suspect a thing. The truth would be masked, and the team would never know Marcus's involvement.
