Chapter 131

Lucas’s POV

By the time we returned to the hotel suite, the moon was high. Maeve was still in that terrifying, numb trance.

Her coat was stained with the mud of the cemetery, and her eyes were bloodshot and vacant.

I ran a hot bath, steam filling the bathroom, the scent of lavender from the hotel soap trying to chase away the day’s chill.

“Come on, Mae,” I said softly, helping her out of her clot