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Marc made it to your apartment building before your taxi reached it, having heard the address you gave the driver. He waited in the shadows across the street, glancing up and down the avenue for your taxi to cruise around the corner.
This is a waste of our time.
"It isn't a waste," Marc growled. "I need to do this."
Why not prevent the little worm from speaking to this woman?
"It won't work."
You were supposed to have more control over him.
"It isn't like that anymore."
You are testing my patience, Marc Spector.
"Then find another avatar."
Khonshu made a derisive sound in his nonexistent throat and disappeared, releasing Marc from the heavy weight of his presence. Shoving his hands deep in his jacket pockets, he hoped you arrived at the apartment soon as the late evening chill began seeping into his bones.
Ten minutes later, the taxi deposited you on the curve. Marc crossed the street moments after you entered the building, shoving his foot in the doorframe to prevent the door from auto-locking shut. Sidling inside, he trailed up the stairs, listening to your footsteps as you ascended.
You stopped on the third floor, keys jangling. Marc hurried up the steps and paused, his head sticking out enough to catch your door swinging shut.
He rapped his knuckles sharply against the wood.
Hearing a stifled curse, he took his hands out of his pockets. This is crazy.
The door opened. You froze, surprise marring your features. "Steven?"
