Chapter 117

Maeve’s POV

My entire body felt numb. I still couldn’t shake the shock of discovering that Thea was the witch. She—the goddamn witch—had been hunting Draven and me for as long as I could remember. Oh, goddess, how had I never suspected it? I always knew Thea Chrysler was a devil in disguise, but never did it occur to me that she was a witch. A fucking witch.

It meant she’d known all along. She knew about Lucius, about me. She knew my true identity—she knew I was a witch. Of course she did; she’d uncovered it the moment I’d first fought her. “Surprised?” Her voice slithered into my mind, demanding my attention.

I lifted my gaze and met her bright brown eyes, alight with amusement. “Yes,” I admitted. “This is a shock. I never expected you—of all people—to be the witch.” My words only made her smile deepen. “I have to hand it to you, Thea. You played us all masterfully.”

“Thank you,” she said, slowly peeling off her black leather gloves and letting them d