Chapter 70

Maeve’s POV

“Mae?” he repeated, his voice cracking like old leather.

I spun on my heel, ready to bolt out that door and never look back, but Graham was quicker.

His hand shot out, catching my arm in a firm but gentle grip.

“Please, don’t run away again,” he pleaded, the words tumbling out raw and desperate.

I bit my bottom lip so hard it stung. I kept my gaze pinned to the floor, terrified that