Chapter 112

Maeve’s POV

The voice rang in my ears, sarcastic and biting. At first, I thought it was my subconscious, but then the wind shifted.

I caught a whiff of something else—cigarette smoke mixed with cheap perfume, cutting through the earthy smell of leaves and water.

I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs, and slowly turned my head.

The person standing there was the last person on earth I expected