I paced the length of the room while wringing my hands and biting my lip while warring with myself whether to go and stand outside Mack’s study or stay here and wait for him to come to me. God knows what he’d be saying to her and more importantly I had no idea what Vivette would be telling him. I was sure she would be lying and portraying herself as the victim, or she would be feigning ignorance. But I hoped Mack didn’t believe her.
“God, why did he have to do this alone? I wish he could’ve taken me with him,” I muttered and continued pacing.
My eyes kept flitting to the clock and swearing after every five minutes. What was taking so long? I already told him the truth, so there wasn’t much room for discussion. He should just throw her in the dungeon and get it over with.
Maybe he bel
