Chapter

Fifty one

Asher

I couldn’t look at Maeve because I knew I’d have to answer her questions if I gave her my attention. But the witch wasn’t giving me an inch. She reached out and plucked a dried leaf off my ass before holding it up and twirling it between her fingers.

“Ignore me all you want, but I’m not the one using werewolf cum for random forest arts and crafts. What is this? A souvenir? Were you trying to make a skirt?”

“Keep it up, Mirabella. You can go on my shit list too.”

Maeve blew me a kiss. “You love me. Now spill.”

Shrugging, I snagged my...