Book 14: She's Not Supposed to Be Here

Soren

“What are you doing here? How did you find this place?” I sneer.

Maeve blinks up at me, her expression relaxing into what I can only describe as relief. She gives me a rough shove, but I tighten my grip, arching a brow in challenge. “Don’t fuck with me right now, Maeve.”

“I’m sure you’d love that,” she replies hoarsely, the corner of her wide mouth pulling into a smug smile bordering on… seductive. I’m seeing things, obviously. There’s nothing about her I even remotely desire. Especially her company.

“Why are you spying on me?”

“I’m not.”

“Then why–”

“My powers,” she grits out, shoving me again, but her hands hold on my chest. “They’re not coming back.”

“You said all you needed was food and rest–”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

I ease my grip on her throat but keep my arm pinned over her breasts. She’s soaking wet, water droplets gliding down her collarbones and seeping into the bodice of the dress. I lo