Sarah POV
Marcus’ words barely registered after the news she’d gotten from the guard. Her father was injured. No, ill was what he’d said. How can one leave perfectly fine and come back ill a few days later?
She’d been on cloud nine after her reunion with Marcus, but it had been short-lived. A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind. She imagined her father with the worst injuries possible.
Did he lose a limb? Was he in a coma? Was he poisoned?
“Sarah?” Warm hands cupped her face, bringing her back to the present. She found herself staring in apprehensive-looking brown eyes.
“Do you need me to go with you?” Marcus asked, still cupping her cheeks with his hands. She wanted to close her eyes and lean into him. Revel in the comfort he was bringing her. But she needed to see her fathe
