Chapter 103 - Chapter 103: The Anatomy of Fear

​The heavy iron door of the subterranean room shut with a dull, echoing thud that seemed to vibrate through the very soles of my shoes. The air down here was thick, smelling faintly of old concrete, cold iron, and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Marcus had wasted no time. The giant guard was secured tightly to a heavy steel chair bolted directly into the floorboards. His massive frame was slumped slightly forward, but the raw defiance radiating from him was palpable. Even bound in chains, with his jaw visibly crooked from Marcus's left hook and his trousers soaked through with dark, sticky crimson from two bullet wounds to his thigh, he looked like a cornered beast that could still bite.