Alexander's POV:

I sank into my chair, running my hands through my hair, and I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that maybe I was at fault. Maybe it was my advice that had forced Namara into doing something so intimate with Damien. My chest tightened at the thought, my jaw set as I considered the alternatives but there was none. If she kept rejecting Damien outright, suspicion would arise. She had to play the part, had to make him believe everything was normal. And yet, seeing her face when ...