Waiting Patiently

Alistair did not like being so rough with his sweetling, but he had no choice. He had to be convincing and play the role of his disguise. Everything hinged on himself and Sierra. 

Once he placed Sierra before Cedric, he desperately wanted to stand guard and hover. On the first sign of trouble, he would be able to protect her. But Cedric waved him away, forcing him to retreat to the side to avoid suspicion. 

Sierra did not dare glance at Alistair, she did her best to keep her gaze transfixed on the ground before her. She gritted her teeth as Cedric roughly forced her to look at him. 

"Did you miss me?" Cedric asked as he carefully caressed her cheek. 

She remembered everything he'd done to her and her father. Things that happened far in the past resurfaced as if they had only happened moments before. Her blood boiled. She spat in his face, causing him to recoil in disgust. Alistair almost chuckled, but he quickly chided himself to keep his composure.