The Matriarch’s Counsel

Maeve's POV

Maeve's POVCool grass bent under my shoes while I walked the same tight circle again. The garden stayed empty. Leaves shifted. Nothing else moved. I had come out for air, anything that might cut the heat still sitting under my skin.Lucas's room would not leave. His hands had been sure. They slid up my thighs and stayed. They covered my breasts, thumbs slow. They pressed lower, right a