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MAEVE

It wasn't until Ronan and I were away from the hall that all the nervousness I'd been bottling away came flooding out.

My palms were sweaty and shaky. I rubbed them on the sides of my jeans, taking deep breaths and reminding myself I was fine.

"It's fine, Maeve. Nobody will dare hurt you," Ronan said reassuringly when we reached the room.

The tears came freely as I dug my shaky hands in