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Marcus' joy
Marcus POV Marcus paced the tiny room he shared with his unit. That was if you could even call it pacing. It only took about five steps to cross the room, if you didn’t want to climb on the beds. He’d not heard from Sarah since his frantic escape that morning and was now seriously doubting his decision to leave her alone with Miranda. Could the TV hostess be trusted? “Would you stop that? You’re making me nauseous.” Alexander complained, from his spot on his cot. “No, I can’t. What if something happened?” He asked, imagining the worst-case scenario. What if Sarah was in the dungeons somewhere, or worse, dead?! Why couldn’t he just have kept it in his pants?! Then none of this would have happened. There was just something about her that made him lose all sense of reality. Their eveni
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