226. Athena
I may not have loved for long but I saw my mom die for me and I had this notion that a mother would do anything to ensure the safety of their child but Marissa was debunking everything I thought I knew.
"Besides, I know I might not survive, so why not just kill him? Why would I leave him behind?" Marissa’s voice was eerily calm, her bloodied face twisted into something beyond hatred.
She pointed the dagger at Maxwell’s stomach, her grip tightening, "that way, you, b***h," she snarled, her wild eyes locking onto mine, "could live in regret for the rest of your miserable life, knowing you failed to save an innocent soul."
I felt my pulse hammer against my ribs.
She was serious.
"I hate you to the core of my being. And if killing my own pup will make you suffer, then why no
