Anna's POV
I swirled the wine in my glass, watching the burgundy liquid cling to the sides before sliding back down. Across from me, Marcus Murphy sat with perfect posture, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The restaurant's soft lighting cast shadows across his angular features, making him look even more imposing than usual.
"I currently have some enemies," he said matter-of-factly, as if discussing the weather. "They're probably still regrouping, but they might seek revenge later. It could be life-threatening."
I stared at him in confusion, my fork suspended halfway to my mouth. The delicate sea bass suddenly seemed less appetizing.
"Uncle Marcus, why are you sharing this with me? Do you need help?" I set my fork down. "I'm not sure what I could do for you."
