222. Lorenzo
Of all the scenarios I could have imagined, I never thought that Marissa would best two men and manage to run away. We had really underestimated her.
The two men lunged after her, but Marissa was fast—fueled by sheer terror and the flight. I could hear her footsteps echoing through the grand hall, slapping against the marble as she hurtled toward the grand staircase at a neck breaking speed.
And then I realized where she was going.
My blood ran cold.
No.
Not there. I swear I would kill her.
I took off after her, my heart slamming against my ribs as I tore up the stairs. The moment I reached the hallway, I saw the guards stationed outside Athena’s door—too slow to react as Marissa shoved past them. They never saw her coming and they never would have thought that someone
