Mark’s POV

I knew Alice was insane. But this? This was a whole new level. More psychotic

She sat across from me in the sleek black leather chair of my office—my office—like she owned the place. Her legs were crossed, she wore that smug smile that made me want to put a bullet between her eyes.

I had to remind myself not to lose it. Not yet. Not while Sage was still in her hands.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, husband,” she purred, twirling a strand of dark hair between her fingers. ...