Hunting Maeve

Kaelen's P.O.V

She didn't sleep last night, so I didn't sleep. I hated that she was scared, and I held her to my chest as her heart raced away with fear. Every few minutes, despite being in my arms, she would move her hands along my skin as if she were making sure I was still there and alive.

Once she settled, the slightest noise would set her off, and her magic would swirl around us violently.