“Hello, Marist. Or is it Medusa now?” His lips held the faintest of smiles. “Did you do what I asked?” Air halted painfully in my body as everything constricted. I couldn’t believe he had the balls to ask me that after what had just happened, after all this time, and to be so casual about it. Flames bloomed in my chest. “It’s Medusa.” “Liar.” He smiled so victoriously, I almost didn’t catch the relief he was trying to hide beneath it.
