Sarah POV
She cried for what felt like hours. After untangling her body from his, Marcus had led her to the bathroom, where he’d carefully washed her under the shower. He wet her hair and massaged her scalp with soap, before rinsing it out. It had felt so intimate, so comforting after the realization had dawned on her that Alastair had somehow placed himself in her memories with Marcus.
He’d switched the memories, making Marcus the evil one in her eyes and making him the hero. Giving her actual feelings for him. It was scary, and in that moment, when Marcus was treating her as if she was made of porcelain, she knew that they were both terrified. Terrified of what they were up against, and terrified of what it could have meant for them.
After drying the both of them off, Marcus had dress
