Maeve

I’ve heard some of my family say, albeit under their breath, that the old Maeve is back. The temperamental one. The rash and hard-headed on. The one with little patience and a tongue sharp enough to cut glass.

Sometimes I wonder if that’s all people think I am.

Maybe it’s for the best, I guess. Maybe I now understand why Blake hides his true self behind his powers. I… I had someone to be soft with once. It feels like a lifetime ago.

“You’re not even close,” Ginny, my midwife, says with a sigh. “Have you taken the herbs?”

“Religiously,” I grumble, and Jane, at my side, nods as...