Marcus had never truly let go of Aurora.
Her death back then had hit him harder than anyone knew.
Lucas held Sophia tightly in his arms, heart aching for her—but his thoughts were drifting elsewhere.
Marcus had brought over a dowry.
Did that mean he should start preparing something just as serious?
No matter what, his woman deserved the very best the world had to offer.
...
In the car, Marcus glanced at Sophia through the rearview mirror, a faint smile touching his lips.
Maybe… maybe it was time for him to visit someone too.
...
When he stepped into Andrew's holding room, he frowned.
"You?"
Andrew snorted. "Surprised to see me? Are you disappointed? What, did you expect me to come here to laugh at you?"
Andrew stiffened. "If that's why you're here, then sorry to disappoint. I'll be getting out soon. Sophia doesn't have what it takes to keep me here."
Marcus said, voice chilled. "You think you're walking out of here?"
