“I want to know if coming here has made a difference. We saved Mary and Gideon. But…what about you?”
Marcus smiled. “Saving people is supposed to be my line of work.”
“And I generally don’t worry about people’s souls. But I don’t want yours to be lost.”
For long seconds, Marcus toyed with the handle of his cup, his eyes growing more somber with each passing moment. “Before Gideon spoke with me, I would never have considered my soul in jeopardy,” he said quietly. “All I’ve done since then is think about it. Think about what I would do, where my faith truly lies. And I’m ashamed to admit that perhaps there is truth to the possibility. That I let Mary and…my feelings for her cloud my judgment.”
“I know you love her. I can’t say I wouldn’t…lose my mind a bit if anything happened to Gideon.” Or Emma.“But Mary isn’t going to live forever.”