166. LORENZO
I was angry.
I was tired.
I was hungry.
And I was very sad at the fact that Athena left me without even giving me the benefit of the doubt. It was as if she expected me to be bad and had gotten the reason to leave me.
"Get your f*****g hands off me!" I growled, jolting awake at the sickening sensation of fingers creeping over my lower body.
My heart pounded, muscles coiled, ready to attack—but then my eyes snapped open, and there she was.
Marissa.
What the hell did this woman want from me now?
She had already ruined my life—shattered the one good thing I had, Athena. She had taken my mate from me, stolen her the very night I was meant to claim her. And yet, here she was, standing over me in my own damn bed, her hands where they had no business being.
The audacity of
