Miriam Sinclair's Granddaughter

“Maeve…”

She looked down at the hand clamped around her wrist. “Preston?”

He tried to pull her toward the side corridor. “Come with me. Now.”

Before he could move her, another hand locked onto his, hard. Gideon.

Gideon peeled Preston’s fingers off Maeve’s skin one by one. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Preston yanked back, face tight. “This is between me and Maeve. Stay out of it. Mae, let’s le