Twenty-Nine

The second Marcus arrived at home, an ominous feeling washed over him like a dark cloud filling his soul. Something wasn’t right. A different atmosphere hung in the air, causing anger to rise in his bosom. There had only been a few times he’d experienced this feeling, mostly in the presence of his father. So why now?

Just before he reached the stairs, Gentry rushed in from the kitchen.

“My lord, you have an unexpected visitor.”