By the time Marcus and Anya returned, it was already past eight. Moonlight washed over the quiet streets, mingling with the steady glow of the streetlamps as they walked back toward the apartment. Just as Marcus had expected, Chloe was waiting outside, her rigid posture and sharp gaze making her anxiety painfully obvious. The moment she spotted them, she strode forward, her expression darkening.
As Anya's designated bodyguard, Chloe took her responsibility seriously. letting the person she was paid to protect wander off alone again, felt like a personal failure she just couldn't stomach. Her temper flared the instant she saw them together.
Marcus and Anya stood side by side, enduring the storm. Chloe's lecture came fast and fierce, her words sharp enough to leave no room for excuses. At times, it was hard to tell whether she was Anya's protector or her commanding officer.
