MARISSA
Hector.
The name echoed in my head, followed by my own incredulous internal laughter. Hector? Seriously, Marissa? That was the best you could come up with?
I groaned, dropping my head onto my desk for a solid five seconds before straightening up, my cheeks burning. Perhaps that name was the first I could come up with because Hector was actually my ex-boyfriend Alan’s best friend, who had known about his jerk friend’s cheating and was currently one of the enlisted werewolves who worked in this building.
Out of all the excuses, I’d chosen the one that required a potential co-conspirator and a web of lies I was already regretting.
Justine wasn’t the type to let things go. She’d definitely be a problem. And her brother, my fated-but-apparently-clueless mate, would he even care if
