Chapter 106

Maeve’s POV

The noise in the hallway rose to a fever pitch, a cacophony of ringing phones and hushed gossip that battered my senses.

I couldn't bear the exposure a second longer.

Reaching out, I grabbed Lucas’s wrist. His skin was warm, a bleak contrast to my ice-cold fingers.

He hesitated for a heartbeat, his frame tensed as if he were debating whether to stay and face the cameras or follow me in