Blake
Maeve’s chin wobbled as she cried silently and buried her face in my chest. My heart was thumping, and I was sure I had done something very wrong. I could abort my mission if she stopped crying.
“Please tell me, what did I do?” I asked, my voice going soft and desperate. “I don’t know what I did, but I’ll undo all that and I’m sorry.” All my life, I had seen women crying, but I didn’t know why my world toppled when I saw her crying.
“Oh, Blake!” she cried and curled her arms around my neck. “Why are you like this?”
I didn’t know what I was like, but I was ready to amend it. “I’m sorry for being like this,” I said, hoping it would mend things, hoping she would stop feeling so miserable. Her misery was practically tangible. Was it through the bond after I had marked her? This was h
