Chapter 113

Maeve’s POV

When I was sure I was safe, my feet firmly planted on the gritty pavement of the bridge, and the railing no longer a temptress—I pulled back from Roxie’s embrace.

I managed a shaky smile through the tears still streaming down my face.

The wind had died down a bit, leaving the night air heavy with the smell of river water and distant exhaust.

My hands trembled as I wiped my cheeks, but