Marcus POV
This morning, the Alphas and their units had been allowed out of their rooms for breakfast. Well, let out wasn’t the right word. They’d been commanded to come down to the dining hall to eat, but any reason was good enough for him to get out of that tiny room. He had been pleasantly surprised to find Sarah sitting at the head table. She smiled at him when Alastair wasn’t watching, but other than that, she’d ignored him.
She was doing a far better job than him. His eyes involuntarily darted to her table every so often. Marcus clenched his jaw and glared at Alastair as he put on arm over the back of Sarah’s chair. The man was watching her speak to Alexandra, who was in the chair next to her.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you’re not Nora Thunderman, you won’t be able to kill
