Chapter 4: Rejected

He knew my scent. Pine ash. Blood-root. Grave dirt still under my nails. He'd knelt in it four days ago while I stood over him and lied to his face. Kian Draven came down the last three steps without breaking eye contact, and I felt every hair on my arms rise. One word from him and everything Maeve died protecting was over. Then his gaze dropped — to my bare feet, to the doorway, to the fact that no one had offered me a chair — and something cold moved across his face. "Good," he said...