Maeve POV “No… no… no…” Xaden muttered incoherently, the color draining from his face. “This c-can’t be happening…” With a furrowed brow, I opened my mouth to ask what he meant. But, all of a sudden, Xaden lunged himself against the door with a loud, pained grunt, and I gasped, jumping in frig
“LEAVE—US—ALONE!” I froze. Us…? And then it hit me. I knew what his behavior reminded me of. He was going to protect his immediate territory from anything and anyone he perceived to be a threat. And right now, Father was an intruder, a possible threat that could tear me away from Xaden. “Shit…
Third Person POV The moment Xaden woke up, he found himself wrapped around Maeve’s naked, sleeping body. His first instinct was one of confusion. The memories of last night evaded him… it seemed they had done something, but no, that didn’t feel correct. He always felt weightless and euphoric aft
My skin crawled. I knew what he really wanted. Gulping, I nodded. “A-Alright…” I reluctantly agreed, though I didn’t have any choice in the matter. If he ever asked to meet me in private, I had to go—no questions asked. “I’ll be right there.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xaden watch the en
Maeve POV The drive back to the mansion was… eerily quiet. Whenever I snuck a peek at Xaden, I could tell that he was lost in his mind, mulling over again and again about what had happened yesterday. His eyes, normally strong and alert, were glazed over with restrained emotion. He looked like he
Her eyes flashed instantly toward me once those words left Doctor Russell’s mouth, and I could not help but stiffen and avert my eyes. “… I-It’s a possibility,” she slowly admitted, “but the baby hasn’t reacted to it,” she was quick to add once she saw the doctor’s eyebrows raise in concern. “That
Maeve POV “A… psychic?” Xaden gawked, less than impressed, at the doctor. He gave him a very obvious look-over with a frown. “One of the kingdom’s most well-educated doctors, renowned throughout the capital, wants me to… consult a psychic.” “I understand how it sounds, Your Highness, but I belie
The following silence was heavy with guilt. “If an appointment will take too long…” he murmured, “let’s try to meet her in person. Today.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” He nodded. “These sorts of businesses sometimes are easier to visit through same-day visits. Who knows?” he said wit