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her as worthy of him.
After all, Wellsie had what Marissa wanted. A true mate. A male who came home to her. Who laughed and cried and shared his
life with her. Who held her.
A male who stayed with her during those torturous, mercifully rare times when she was fertile. Who eased her terrible cravings with
his body for as long as the needing period lasted.
Wrath did none of that for or with her. Especially not the last part. As it was, Marissa had to go to her brother for relief of her
needing. Havers would put her out cold, tranquilizing her until the urges passed. The practice embarrassed them both.
She'd so hoped that Wellsie could help, but the conversation had been a disaster. The other female's pained looks and carefully
couched replies had burned them both, pointing out everything Marissa didn't have.
God, she was so alone.
She closed her eyes, feeling Wrath's pain again.
She had to try to reach him. Because he was hurting. And because what else was there to her life other than him?
She sensed that he was in Darius's mansion. Taking a deep breath, she dematerialized.
Wrath slowly eased off his knees and stood up, hearing his vertebrae crack back into place. He brushed the diamonds off his
shins.
There was a knock on the door, and he allowed it to open, thinking it was Fritz.
When he smelled the ocean, he tightened his lips.
"What brings you here, Marissa?" he said without turning to her. He went to the bathroom and covered himself with a towel.
"Let me wash you, my lord," she murmured. "I'll take care of your skin. I can—"
"I'm fine."
He was a fast healer. By the end of the night the cuts would barely be discernible.
Wrath walked over to the closet and looked through the clothes. He took out a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of leather pants,
and—jeez, what was this? Oh, not fucking likely. He was not going to fight in BVDs. He'd go commando before he got caught
dead in those things.
The first thing he had to do was make contact with Darius's daughter. He knew he was almost out of time, because her transition
was coming quick. And then he had to link up with Vishous and Phury to find out what was up with that dead lesser's leftovers.
He was about to drop the towel to get ready to roll, when it occurred to him Marissa was still in the room.
He looked over at her.
"Go home, Marissa," he said.
Her head dropped. "My lord, I can feel your p—"
"I'm perfectly fine."
She hesitated a moment. And then quietly disappeared.