ever think you were entitled to such a thing
after all you have done?”
It couldn’t be real—it wasn’t real. And yet
that coldness in her face, the distance ...
He’d earned it. Deserved it.
Maeve surveyed them, the three males who
had been her slaves, lost to her dark power as
it ripped through their minds, their memories,
and laughed. “Pity about Gavriel. At least he
fell nobly.”
Gavriel—
Maeve turned to her. “You didn’t know,
did you?” A click of her tongue. “The Lion
will roar no longer, his life the asking price
for defending his cub.”
Gavriel was dead. She felt the truth in
Maeve’s words. Let them punch a hole
through her heart.
“You could not save him, it seems,” Maeve