บท 87: Chapter eighty seven

Alina paced back and forth in her room, the ticking clock on her nightstand growing louder with each passing second. "Marcus was supposed to be here by now," she muttered under her breath, frustration mounting with each step.

She snatched her phone from the bed and dialed his number, pressing it tightly against her ear. The ringing on the other end felt like an eternity, but there was no answer. The silence only heightened her anxiety.

"Where could he be?" she murmured, throwing the phone onto the bed. The device bounced slightly before settling into the covers. "It's almost time," she whispered, her heart racing as the gravity of the situation sank in.

Just then, a soft knock echoed through the room, causing her heart to skip a beat. Relief flooded her senses as she hurried towards the door. "Thank God, he's back. It's open, come in!" she called out, anticipation clear in her voice.