A Bitter Breakfast

Maeve

My stomach had been rumbling for hours before I finally gathered the nerve to step outside my bedroom. I had stayed locked away for what felt like forever, doing my best to dodge both Jax and Draven. As I walked down the corridor toward the kitchen, the quiet voices of the maids drifted toward me.

“...with Draven out of the house now, our workload has definitely lightened up,” one of them