Sage Pov

I watched Alice from across the cold, gray waiting room, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. She sat with perfect posture, her hands folded neatly in her lap like she wasn’t the most hated woman in the room right now. Her expression was too calm, unreadable, too perfect and controlled.

Mark hadn’t said a word to her since she arrived this morning . Not one. Not even when she had looked at him like she was waiting—begging—for some kind of reaction. But he had just turned his ...