RIVEN'S POV
“Welcome to Riven, my dears,” she said, her voice clear as shattered glass. "Remember me?"
“I remember," I muttered stepping out to speak with her in private. The last thing I wanted was a public confrontation, but it certainly wouldn’t have been undeserved.
"Do you?" Marissa asked, stepping into the back yard where we could be alone. “Do you remember what you promised? You never meant what you said when you had me in your bed? Or do all your conquests blend together in an amorphous mass?”
“I recall,” I repeated, making myself look up to meet her eyes. "I remember what I said. What I did. And I am sorry. Truly deeply sorry for the pain I have caused you.”
She laughed, and there was no humor in the sound. "Sorry. That is it? You think that is supposed to be some payment for
