“She trusted you,” Marcus said. Marsh said nothing. “At the funeral. You wept. I believed every second of it.” Something genuinely fractured moved across Marsh’s face before he contained it. “I did grieve her. That can be true at the same—” “Get out of my house. My lawyers will be getting in touch with yours,” Marcus said.
After Marsh left, the house was very quiet. Titan was asleep in the corner. It was the deep, unguarded sleep begun three days after the bowl change. The silence that had been denied him for two and a half years had finally reached him, and he was sleeping inside it like