Marcus POV
Marcus had never seen Miranda look so disheveled. The normally meticulously dressed woman, looked as though she’d just come from her bed as well. As though she hadn’t been informed of the new schedule.
She brushed a hand through her tousled hair, trying to smooth it out.
In his peripheral vision, Marcus noticed a figure stepping down from the stands. It was Alistair, who walked up to Miranda, giving Marcus a chance to spare a glance at Sarah.
Their eyes met and Marcus could see that something was very wrong.
“What’s wrong?” Marcus mouthed, but Sarah just shook her head, her eyes darting to Alistair. When Marcus followed her gaze, he was met with two angry cold blue orbs, staring at him. The way the corners of his mouth quirked up into a malicious grin didn’t sit well with
