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Jane begged, shaking. “The bitch begs,” Maeve said, tilting her head. She has not lost control, she is very much in control, but the bitch in front of her was making her angry. She talked to her in that manner, was indifferent to the fact, she had just lost everything, and was grieving, she spoke to her so lowly. Maeve was angry and they could all feel it. Her aura was different. The air was icy and smelt like death as her eyes dig daggers into her brain.

My men left no stone unturned in unveiling her double life. A harsh laugh tore from me. Fuck. I laughed again. Then clapped the cigar between my lips. Maeve Ivanov, twenty-four years old, a struggling lawyer saddled with student loans, and a singer leading a double life in the shadowy underbelly of the city. How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility.

Maeve sat at the writing desk Elias had built for her with so much care. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. The blank page on the screen blinked like a challenge. Shadows That Embrace had been a painful catharsis, a way of bleeding onto paper. But this second book would be different. Bolder. Rawer. More explicit.

If New York had been a war, Ireland was the ceasefire nobody trusted. At night the sea hurled itself at the rocks. In the morning the fog crawled up to the windows to see who’d survived. Maeve liked to joke that I brought the weather with me—storms, broken things, and all the wrong kinds of attention. But she still left mugs of warmed blood by the fire without being asked. Small mercies. The Byrne house wasn’t the kind of place you could ever really sleep in. Every beam sighed, every door decided when it wanted to open. I took to walking the cliffs instead, following the deer trails through the gorse until I could pretend I was just another shadow that the land tolerated.

'Well, I expected my former mate not to shove his dick where it didn't belong buuuuut. 'Yes. I know, Maeve, we've been over this so many times. It's over and done with now, we have to move on. Geez, you're like a dog with a bone…' 'I'm a wolf… we are canines… we like to eat.'?Maeve answered as quickly as a flash. Anne groaned internally as Maeve sniggered. 'Okay, that was the wrong terminology there, I walked straight into that one.' 'Maybe you're more like Brad than I thought seeing as how...'