I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
It takes everything in her not to curl her lips into a snarl at the mention of Harper. To lash out at the other woman and rip her throat out with her teeth for even daring to speak his name after all that she's done. The only thing that gives her away is the twitch at the corner of her mouth as her lips press into a thin line, jaw feathering as her usually unclouded jade gaze darkens to that of wilted sage, breath caught in her lungs as she barely keeps a hold of her restraint. "You might not understand what Harper and I have, but he did nothing wrong. He's never done wrong. You may think ill of me all you wish, but don't you dare put him through that. You've already done enough."
She had done plenty. Too much to tear him to pieces. To crack apart his heart and splinter his resolve. To make him doubt himself. Maeve wasn't going to have it anymore. There wouldn't be a next time. She'd ensure that herself. Uh oh, Maeve. You're starting to sound like a certain demigod. Anyone want to take a guess who?
Her eyes drop to Jude and she draws in a breath. Her son. Her son. Her son. Jude was hers as much as he was Phoebe's. Whether the Nightingale wanted to acknowledge it or not. "Of course. He needed me." And he still does. He always will.
She had done plenty. Too much to tear him to pieces. To crack apart his heart and splinter his resolve. To make him doubt himself. Maeve wasn't going to have it anymore. There wouldn't be a next time. She'd ensure that herself. Uh oh, Maeve. You're starting to sound like a certain demigod. Anyone want to take a guess who?
Her eyes drop to Jude and she draws in a breath. Her son. Her son. Her son. Jude was hers as much as he was Phoebe's. Whether the Nightingale wanted to acknowledge it or not. "Of course. He needed me." And he still does. He always will.
Maeve
