~Maeve~
“You want to tell me something, Dylan?”
Dylan is so confused that I managed to let myself into the room and begins to shoot daggers at Aiden who had followed me right into the room. What did he think he can do anyway? Drag me out? When Dylan doesn’t respond, I am forced to snap at Aiden, “Agent Bryant, do you mind?” I swivel around to face him to really make my point and while he shrugs, he also had felt the absolute need to try and convince me to let whatever this is go, for now.
“Maeve, really. You should talk to him another time.”
This time, Dylan is the one who speaks, “No man. She wants to talk? Let her. We’re good.” His voice is gruff like he is parched. I want to offer him something to drink, but I really can’t seem to find the part of me that adores him, at
