Chapter FOURTEEN.

MAEVE HAWTHORN.

His eyes were hooded like those of a hawk and they darkened dangerously as they sought mine. I could feel my throat getting dry and I knew that I was supposed to look away before I get sucked into whatever this is but I didn’t want to stop looking into those green eyes.

They were perfect and I was more than enthralled by what I saw glistening in them despite the darkness. They looked as though they were trying to send a private message and maybe I didn’t get it but the entirety of my being got it perfectly clear.

I shuddered, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat as I managed to look away from his eyes even though I could still feel them boring into me.

My palm suddenly got sweaty as my heart raced and my eyes landed on his slightly parted lips. Looking away from them, my eyes travelled further down, exploring his upper body.

The parts I’d stitched, the parts I’d covered up and I felt tears welling up in my eyes, dancing on my eyelids and no matter how hard