There was a noticeable sense of tension within Marcus Langston's lavish home. The polished marble floors were shadowed by elaborate chandeliers, and the echoes of distant footsteps down the long hallways gave the place a foreboding feel. The enormity of it all made Lily feel insignificant, but the stakes were too great for her to back down now.
Marcus's keen eyes were focused on Ethan as he leaned against the edge of his mahogany desk. There was no mistaking his steely face, but there was no denying the weight of his power. He was obviously a man who was used to being in charge.
"Victor Kane is not a name you throw around carelessly," Marcus said in a measured tone. Ethan, what precisely are you requesting of me?
Ethan confidently looked him in the eye. We are requesting your resources and your men in order to form an alliance. Before Kane takes any more lives, we must defeat him.