“Sit down, Emily.” Maeve nudged her toward the couch with a flick of her wrist.
She looked at her husband, gasping for breath beneath the weight of the binding spell.
“Please,” Maeve said. “Sit down.”
Emily sat down. There was a plush ottoman in front of her, and Maeve was standing on the other side, angled so Emily couldn't quite make eye contact with Jack. Keeping her eyes open, she concentrated on breaking the binding spell. Maybe if she could just loosen it up.
“Uh-uh-uh,” Maeve wagged her finger at me. Jack groaned as she redoubled the spell. Maeve squared her shoulders. Even though she was small. She seemed like a formidable wall between Emily and Jack.
“Why are you hurting him?” Emily asked. “It’s me you want.”
“I needed him to get you to come to me,” Maeve answered, conf
