Warning or Revenge

“Getting some air,” Maeve said.

Garrick watched her, his hand still on her arm. Her expression gave nothing away.

“You’re upset.”

“Upset?” She tugged at her arm, but he didn’t let go. “Why would I be?”

“Because of last night?”

“What about it?” Maeve asked. “Your charming sister said you were with her. Am I supposed to be upset about that?”

“I—I wasn’t alone with Keira. There’s an emergency—”

“Mr.