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Sarah started back. “A what?”
Maeve tilted her head back and loosed a laugh that sank the tension in the house. She wiped a few tears from her eyes as she shook her head. “You are too easy.”
“Maeve,” Adam growled.
Maeve held up one hand at him. “There’s nothing to worry about. Just give me a few minutes alone with Sarah and I’ll have it all figured out. It’ll be so simple even Ruthven could do it.”
Adam frowned. “Why alone?”
Maeve snorted. “Because I can smell your blood-lust a mile away, now-” she stalked over to him, grabbed his shoulders, and spun him around so he faced the door through which they’d entered, “-go on.” She gave him a heavy push that propelled him forward a few feet.
Adam stopped before the door and half-turned to the pair. His gaze fell on Sarah and he
