220. Lorenzo
What did he say? Did I hear it right?
Ha! How could the heavens be so good to me?
The name echoed through the parlor, slicing through the air like a blade.
"Marissa."
My breath hitched.
Marissa?
A slow, dark amusement curled in my chest. Of all the names I had expected to leave Morris’s mouth, hers was not one of them. I thought he had come for something important, someone crucial to the balance of power in the supernatural world or in my pack. But Marissa?
The woman I loathed to the core?
The woman who had betrayed me?
The woman I wanted to do much send to hell.
If Morris wanted her, he could have her. Hell, I would gift-wrap her myself and hand her over to him. But still, I kept my expression unreadable. I didn’t want him to know how desperately I wanted her gone
