Preston the Cockroach

“You really are foolish,” Lucien said. “Hmmm… I can’t believe my brother made you his bride. Is it because he thought you would die too?”

“What?” Maeve frowned, confusion flashing across her face. “Look at me, I’m alive, and I’m doing fine. I don’t understand why you seem so eager to see me suffer. I’m carrying a child who’s related to you. That makes you an uncle. Shouldn’t you be glad about tha