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MAEVE

"How're you doing, Maeve?" The frostiness in her tone didn't make it seem like she actually cared.

The woman was naturally cold and intimidating—something that proved she was the mother of Ronan.

"I'm doing just great, Luna. And you?" I added the last words hesitantly.

As expected, she didn't answer that.

"It seems...you and Ronan are getting along well."

My forehead creased as I met her