Chapter 111 Anxiety

• Xaden’s POV
• Maeve’s anxiety was palpable as she paced back and forth in our room, burning a hole in the carpet. She was chewing on her plump pink bottom lip and tucking strands of dark hair behind her ear.
• “We don’t have to go,” I told her for what felt like the hundredth time. She stopped pacing to look at me and I could see the worry lines creasing her forehead. “We can tell them we changed our minds and stay in for the night.”