MAEVE POV
“Reeve…”
Alaric’s whisper carried a tremor of suspicion that made me certain that in that very second, everything was about to end. Our eyes met, and the look in his gaze made my knees weaken even more. All Alaric had to do was tear my shirt open, and Maeve Nightwhisper’s identity would be exposed in Dorian’s laboratory, which had now fallen into a suffocating silence.
“Tell me, Reeve,” Alaric paused, “you need to be honest with me.”
“I…”
My eyes flicked briefly toward Dorian. That bastard was dangerous, but if my identity was exposed, it meant death. Right now, Dorian was the only one who could save me.
“Dorian isn’t wrong. I’m the one who asked him to continue the experiment.” I lowered my head. “And he was just trying to help me.”
“That’s enough, Sword Bearer.” Dorian’s
