Maeve's POV.
I found out about my farm from the way Aaron wouldn’t look at me.
Not when I walked into the kitchen.
Not when I poured coffee I didn’t drink.
Not when I said his name and he answered too fast.
He was already dressed like he was heading into a fight. Black shirt. Boots. Phone on the counter lighting up every few seconds with messages he wasn’t opening. His jaw was set in that way that meant decisions had already been made.
Just not with me.
“Say it,” I said.
He paused with the mug halfway to his mouth. “Say what.”
“You’ve been pacing since dawn. You’ve checked the gates twice. You sent guards to the south road that has nothing to do with the perimeter.” I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms. “Say it.”
He put the mug down carefully. Too carefully.
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