Chapter 232

Author’s PoV With a sharp gasp, Marcus regained consciousness, his body ached from whatever beating he had received. For a moment, his vision clouded but cleared up soon, revealing to him the heavy forest canopy that spread above him. Groaning, he forced himself to sit up, even though the pain in his ribs was killing him. His mind was hazy; however, the last thing he could remember brought new panic into the mind-Evelyn. He might have witnessed her dragged away while he lay helpless on the floor of the forest and was unable to stop them. He had escaped from them after he had fought with them but they beat him up. He cursed under his breath, dragging himself to his feet despite the pain. His legs were made of jelly, but he pressed on with his eyes scanning the area. A faint scent of rogues led deeper into the forest. He knew he had to speed up. If they'd captured Evelyn, heaven knows what they'd do to her. With every excruciating step, Marcus followed the trail, but something was off. T