Chapter THIRTY-THREE.

MAEVE HAWTHORN.

It’s been four days since Enzo and I went to that estate, four days since I saw him brutally kill someone with no remorse and even though it’s been that long, I still couldn’t get it out of my head.

I’d done everything in my power to make sure that I forget about it but the moment I’m left alone with my thoughts, the more it comes hitting me.

I couldn’t get it out of my head, the sight, the sound and everything was so difficult to forget and nothing, not even my father has had this kind of effect on me.

“Hey! Are you listening?!” Clara’s voice put my thoughts to a stop and it wasn’t until then that I realized that I’d totally gotten lost in my own thoughts.

“You’re doing it again,” Clara added as she turned to face me on the bed. I knew we were having a conversation but somewhere along the line, I’d spaced out.

“What’s going on?” She added and I sighed as I turned to face her too. The scar the incident four days ago had caused me was too difficult to nurse.

I’d had ser