Then I heard it.
Soft. Low.
"Maeve."
The sound of my name on his lips made my heart leap into my throat.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. "Yes?"
My head turned of its own accord before I could think better of it. He was half-lit by the shifting glow of the screen, every flicker painting him in gold, then shadow.
I couldn't look away.
"Who was he?" Lucian asked.
My breath hitched. "Who?"
"That guy." His jaw tightened, his voice low, controlled in a way that told me it was taking effort. "Andrew."
The name landed like a stone in my stomach.
My fingers clenched in my lap. "…He's my ex."
His jaw shifted once, twice, as if he had a dozen things he wanted to say but no clear path to let them out.
"You shouldn't let people like him near you," he said finally. His voice wasn't soft, it was rough. "You should know you deserve better."
