FariaAs the door closed on Corbin and Montengo, I did not know what to feel. Part of me wanted to scream and shout at Honisha and maybe even attack her. Another part of me wanted to throw myself upon her in a hug. Was she responsible for much of what happened? Yes, but she was just a lowly w***e. The only thing she could have done was do her best to survive—which was exactly what she’d done.
But mostly, I wanted to demand information from her, to find out what the bleeding hell was going on.
“Honisha,” I said, my voice carefully level.
She grinned. “Uh-uh,” she sneered. “Here, my name is Faria.”
That rankled. It wasn’t that she’d stolen my name. It was that I heard pleasure, not fear, in her tone.
I scowled. “Miss Michaels, then.”
“Yes, Princess?”
I had to take a deep breath to cont
