... he’d always felt that way, even as a child, even inhis native home. Always apart, watching. He accepted this as the natu-ral condition of his life, without a trace of unhappiness about it or anyself-pity. ... was a firm, hard grip and Marcus, on instinct, rolled his armand broke the grasp, bringing his fist up fast and taking a step back.“Take it easy, Marcus,” the other man said with a throaty laugh.“Relax.” ... palms. “Not as well.”Marcus let a beat pass. “What do you want, Ivan?” You didn’t think you d see me again.”“It has been a long time.”“Yes, Marcus,” he said, leaning on the name with heavy...