"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
He pokes and prods at her, pushing buttons he knows irritates her, adding fuel to an already smoldering fire. She bites her tongue so hard that she tastes iron and it takes everything not to curl her teeth back in a snarl. How dare he. How fucking dare he imply that she would do anything to hurt her baby. How dare he sit there and lie and say he doesn't care when she knows that he does. "What are you saying, Locke? If you have a fucking problem, just come out with it. I'm tired of doing this with you. I'm tired of you throwing Sunjata and everyone else that I've slept with in my face." She hissed, irritation bubbling through her veins, hot and viscous in the way it slides through her. "What does it even matter now? Yeah, I fucked Jack. I fucked Sunjata too. I fucked Aurelia and Adam and a number of others. So what?"
She wants to throw out that she knows that he's fucked other people. Seraphina was the top of his list after he left her. When he ran away from her. Them. The life they were building. Something that is so far off the fucking table now that it might as well been thrown against the wall and shattered. "The fact that you're even saying that..." Maeve all but snarls, narrowing her eyes at him, that same dangerous spark in her irises. Locke might be the one who can shift. He might be the one with claws, but Maeve has no doubts that she would rip someone's throat out with her teeth if they ever implied what he was in this moment. "Nothing is going to happen to them." And if that means protecting their baby from him too, she won't hesitate to do so.
His irritation melts away, but hers still simmers below the surface, yearning for some sort of reaction from him that he refuses to give. It's back to how it was before and she hates it. She hates it so much and she wants him to hate it too, but he simply tolerates it, acting as if he's above it all. Her shoulders lift in a shrug, feigning indifference, "I'm working on the nursery. Up to you if you want to help with that."
She wants to throw out that she knows that he's fucked other people. Seraphina was the top of his list after he left her. When he ran away from her. Them. The life they were building. Something that is so far off the fucking table now that it might as well been thrown against the wall and shattered. "The fact that you're even saying that..." Maeve all but snarls, narrowing her eyes at him, that same dangerous spark in her irises. Locke might be the one who can shift. He might be the one with claws, but Maeve has no doubts that she would rip someone's throat out with her teeth if they ever implied what he was in this moment. "Nothing is going to happen to them." And if that means protecting their baby from him too, she won't hesitate to do so.
His irritation melts away, but hers still simmers below the surface, yearning for some sort of reaction from him that he refuses to give. It's back to how it was before and she hates it. She hates it so much and she wants him to hate it too, but he simply tolerates it, acting as if he's above it all. Her shoulders lift in a shrug, feigning indifference, "I'm working on the nursery. Up to you if you want to help with that."
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