Chapter 125

Maeve’s POV

My heart pounded against my ribs, and suddenly I couldn’t draw a breath as his golden irises fixed on me, laden with an emotion I couldn’t name. I bolted upright in bed, my hair and nightdress soaked with sweat. It had only been a dream. I gulped down ragged breaths, pressing a hand to my chest, but my panting wouldn’t ease and my body trembled in leftover shock—fear or confusion, I couldn’t tell.

It had been ages—since Lucius’s abrupt war—that I’d last suffered a nightmare like this. That had been almost three weeks ago. Back then, I’d woven a spell to banish the madness from my sleep, and it seemed to work. At least, I believed it had.

I exhaled, resting my elbows on my thighs and rubbing my face. My thoughts and heartbeat churned in chaos. I kept swallowing air as my limbs shivered. I’d never felt such raw angst—Adie even sensed it. Something about this dream felt wrong on every level, a confusing terror that refused to let go.

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