Maeve POV
As Isabelle smirked at me from behind her wine glass, the truth was made more apparent to me than ever.
She had only pretended to be cordial in an attempt to lower my guard. And chances were, if I somehow managed to circumvent my sister’s party and that tussle with her friend, and instead met Isabelle immediately after Xaden rescued me, then that jab would have done exactly what she intended.
But little did she know, this was not my first time trapped in the wolf pit.
“Y-You know what?” I muttered through gritted teeth, scrunching the skirt of my dress with tight, white knuckles. Meanwhile, Isabelle peered down at me with an arched brow, daring to continue my train of thought.
And… to be honest, my first instinct was to shut up and cower.
Perhaps the Maeve from a month ago
