A Dance of Illusions

Burying my face in my hands, I sat on the outdoor steps with tears still pouring uncontrollably down my cheeks. Kneeling right beside me, Draven kept his tone unusually soft and gentle.

“Hey, Maeve, what’s going on? Why are you crying?”

Hearing that question from his lips nearly set off the volatile temper I was fighting so hard to keep bottled up inside. How on earth could the man who was the p