Zayn stood alone, after everyone had left after their heated argument.
He stared at the map on the table, his mind racing.
A shadow moved behind him, and he turned quickly, his hand on the hilt of his blade.
"It's just me," Marcus said, stepping into the light.
Zayn relaxed slightly but didn't let his guard down. "What do you want?"
Marcus studied him for a moment before speaking. "You're playing a dangerous game, Zayn."
"Someone has to," Zayn replied.
Marcus tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "You think you can take Dean's place?"
"I think someone needs to step up," Zayn said.
Marcus nodded slowly. "Be careful. Ambition can get you killed."
Zayn smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "So can blind loyalty."
Marcus sniffed but didn't say much again, he stayed quiet staring straight at Zayn.
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