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Maeve ran as fast as she could back to her place. It wasn’t exactly a mansion, but it was protected and blessed by love and cared for by her mother. It was comfortable enough. But now, apart from bringing back the memories of her mother, the house didn’t give her much. There had been countless times Maeve wondered what kept her here.
Her mother had said she could leave at any time—go to a large city, make friends, have a life.
Didn’t she have a life? Maybe she didn’t. Bradan had entered her life and left her defenseless. She had met him at the village festival, one of those events that didn’t discriminate against religion or theological belief. Then she’d found out he was her very distant cousin from the black magic clan. And with that knowledge came the end of her dream. Bradan was
