Chapter 12

Third-Person POV

“Get the fuck up, Maeve!” he bellowed, his voice trembling with rage as his gaze bore into her.

Maeve trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks. She remained silent, but he seized a fistful of her hair and yanked her upright. A sharp cry of pain tore from her throat.

Draven stared into her eyes, poised to strike again—yet something flickered within his amber gaze. He couldn’t identify it.

She could hardly believe that her own mate could lay a hand on her, especially not in front of his other woman—his lover. Tides of despair swelled in Maeve’s eyes as her gaze locked with Draven’s. Those amber crystals revealed nothing.

Thea rushed to his side. “Draven, did you see? She slapped me!” she wailed, clutching a hand to her cheek, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.

“I warned you to stay out of Thea’s way,” Draven snarled.

“That lover of yours slapped me first!” Maeve managed to push herself to her feet.

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