Chapter 134

Maeve’s POV

I curled my right hand into a fist, pressing my fingertips into the scar on my palm. The jagged line burned under my skin like a brand, reminding me of my fury, of everything I had lost, and of the single emotion that now consumed me—hate, pure and unrelenting, driving me toward vengeance.

A gentle warmth brushed the edges of my mind, and my gaze softened as I felt my mate’s reassuring presence slip within the corner walls of my thoughts, reminding me he would stand by me, always.

“Meeting adjourned,” his voice rang out, firm and authoritative. Instantly, courtiers and warriors rose from their seats and filed out of the Snake Court, until only my mate and I remained.

He rose from his high-backed chair and strode toward me, long strides echoing on