Greg's POV
I paced the living room, my hands balled into fists, my mind spinning.
What the hell was Katrina thinking?
The air around me was thick with tension, my blood boiling with anger at her reckless decision. I ran a hand through my hair, stopping in front of Sting, who sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed.
"You knew about this, didn't you?" I asked, my voice sharp.
Sting shook his head, his face unreadable. "I had no damn clue. Katrina does what she wants. But even she should have known that this was suicide."
"Exactly," I snapped. "And yet here we are! She is inside Lucifer’s damn mansion, playing mind games with a man who kills people for fun!"
Lucas leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Don, I don't think we can’t do anything to change what she has done. W
