Chapter 78

Maeve’s POV

The darkness didn't last long, but coming out of it felt like swimming through molasses.

My senses returned in fragments: the hum of the AC, the scent of expensive leather, and a heavy, panicked pressure on my shoulders.

"Maeve! Open your eyes. Mae, look at me!"

I gasped, my lungs finally catching air. My head was lolling back against the headrest of my desk chair.

The first thing I