Chapter Eighteen

Macro’s POV

I spun around, my heart pounding in my chest, to face the source of the voice. A figure stood before me, grinning with a sinister delight. The flickering candlelight revealed a face twisted with malice, eyes gleaming with an unsettling hunger.

I stared at the figure before me, my eyes widening in disbelief and shock. The sinister grin on their face sent shivers down my spine, and their words cut through the air like a blade. Betrayal pierced my heart as they mocked my trust in Michael, someone I considered a brother.

How could you?" I repeated, my voice laced with a mix of fury and sorrow. "Michael was like a brother to me. We trusted him. We fought side by side. How could he be part of your treacherous plan?"

The figure's grin widened, their pleasure evident in their twisted expression. Their voice dripped with sinister satisfaction as they taunted me, relishing in the power they believed they held over me.

"Oh, Marco," they sneered, their voice dripping with malice. "You