Marcus Excerpt
A wereleopard, Benjamine, has come across Marcus and mistakes him for someone who looks like a dead ringer. She means him no harm, doesn’t even know him and their meeting has been completely by chance, but...not for the Sicilian, according to his overactive mind.
The fact that she had mistaken him for someone else meant little to him as his mind raced with all of the possibilities, including some of the more ridiculous ones that only a paranoid mind could spin into a working theory, and the truth of her presence became sharp and frighteningly clear…
The woman was there to kill him.
What then did he make of her calling him by a different name? Well that was easy - it was a ploy to distract him or fool him into a false sense of security, probably to get close enough to set that nasty piece of hardware right up against his temple and pull the trigger. It even made more sense considering she was nearly a foot smaller than him and would need all the upper hand she could muster and design by craftily manipulating the situation to her favor. Well, Marcus Lorenzo wasn’t about to give her that satisfaction, not that easily. If she wanted to set his head on a pike and parade it to whoever employed her for the hit, well fuck, she was going to have to work hard for it.