Sarah POV
Alastair leaned back on the couch, throwing an arm over the back of where Sarah sat. He’d invited her into his private chambers, to view the show together. Sarah had reluctantly agreed. She couldn’t stop pretending now, but it was so very hard.
She kept her expression impassive as she watched the show, despite the turmoil raging inside her. Every time Marcus narrowly avoided a trap in the ruins, her heart clenched painfully. She watched him dodge swinging axes and leap away from collapsing floors, her pulse quickening with every move he made.
But she couldn’t let Alastair see that. She had to play her role perfectly—cold, detached, and indifferent, just as he expected. To slip up now would reveal everything.
"Impressive," Alastair mused, his voice smooth as silk as he watched
