Page 89 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

I’m in the office when my door opens, and Marisa sticks her head in. “Can I come in?”

I return to my emails. “If it’s to talk your way out of your punishment working in the kitchen, then no, I don’t have a minute.”

She huffs. “Aren…”

I look at her. “You nearly killed Kat.”

“So did you, and I don’t see you scrubbing a burned pan.”

I growl.

She shows me her throat.

I return to my work and assume she must have left when she speaks. “Is she really your mate?”

I glance up at her. “She is. Why?”

She hesitates in the doorway. “I heard she was the missing pup from Nebraska. Kataleya Prairie. How did she end up in Montana with another name?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

From what little Kat has shared with me, neither does she.

I had thought that her memories would quickly return now she has her real name and she’s met her father, but her memories don’t seem to be returning. Are they lost forever? Or are they so bad that her subconscious doesn’t want to remember? Hadn’t Gregor said something about a basement when she’d been in the infirmary after Marisa had tried to kill her?

“You were eavesdropping when she came to talk to me in the kitchen, weren’t you?” Marisa asks.

“Eavesdropping?” I raise my eyebrow, but I don’t deny it.

Damn right I was eavesdropping.

She snorts. “I bet you’re going to call it observing over a delicate situation.”

I stare at her. “Was this going somewhere?”

She stands there, picking at her fingers, surprisingly hesitant, which isn’t like Marisa at all. She’s the sort of person who will barge into any room she likes. Not the hovering kind.

Unless…

I eye her closely. “Did you do something you think I’ll kill you for?”

She rolls her eyes, exasperated. “No, I didn’t.”

“So…”

She continues to hover.

Her gaze is suddenly evasive, bouncing between me, the window, and my laptop. “I just wanted to say sorry for what I did to Kat,” she says in a rush. “When you’re jealous, it consumes your entire world and you stop using your brain.”

She ducks out before I can say a word.

I sit back in my seat, shocked.

Cruz sticks his head in, frowning. “Was there a reason Marisa bolted from your office like that?”

“She apologized for nearly killing Kat,” I explain, still shell-shocked.

“Marisa!”

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