Chapter 89

Draven’s POV

“What is it about those bastards that makes you defend them?” I shouted, my amber eyes blazing as they locked onto hers. Maeve froze in place. Her eyes were overflowing with unspoken anguish, but I couldn’t decipher the hurt behind them.

As angry as I was, part of me hated seeing her like this. It was as if she had so much to say but simply couldn’t—or wouldn’t—speak. What was it about those assholes that made her side with them? She didn’t even know them. Or did she?

Fuck. I didn’t know. A surge of jealousy threatened to twist my thoughts. There had to be nothing between Maeve and any of those Black men. Yet when Luther first dared to step onto my territory during Maeve’s coronation, I’d sensed something between them. And he had done it again when she was framed for attempting to murder I