Chapter 140

Maeve’s POV

His lips pressed softly to mine, igniting a fire in my body that I believed would never burn again. It was him—Draven.

Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and my blue eyes met his deep amber ones, glistening with tears.

“Oh, Draven,” I gasped, disbelief choking me as tears slid down my cheeks. My body trembled, and my shaking fingers reached up to his face. “Draven—”

“Yes, it’s me, my love,” he murmured, his large hands covering mine and lifting them to his lips. “I’m alive.”

“How?” I sobbed, voice breaking. “I saw you dead, Draven. I held you in my arms—” I started, but his soft lips pressed against mine, silencing me.

“You did, Maeve. You saved me,” he whispere