Sarah POV
The last 48 hours had been out of some bad horror movie. Sarah had been restricted to her room with armed guards checking in on her every few minutes, making sure she stayed right where Alistair wanted her to. It was clear to her that Alistair didn’t trust her to do as she was told. And he was damn right!
She’d even had to have her meals in her room, sometimes with Alexandra, which was nice, and other times with Alistair, which, needless to say, made her skin crawl.
She’d paced her room more than once, worrying about the father and Marcus. Was her father still alive? She needed to speak to the doctor again. And how was Marcus doing?
The first time she was allowed out properly was for that awful trial. She’d been so worried for Marcus. Just thinking about it made her hug him
