Sarah POV
“Damn it! That traitor!” A loud crash followed Alastair’s curse as something heavy hit the wall. Sarah winced at the sound but stayed quiet in the chair she’d been tied to, in the far corner of the room. She’d tried to slip away earlier, hoping if she could see Nora, to find out what was going on, but of course, Alastair had caught her. He’d made sure to keep her exactly where he could see her.
“You’re not going anywhere. I want to keep you in my sight!” he’d snarled, tying her wrists tightly. She glanced down at the ropes, now biting in her skin. What kind of man ties up his own mate? Her mind wandered to Marcus. She’d been tied up by him before, but that had been different. It wasn’t fear or control—it was desire. She could still feel the heat of his belt against her skin, th
