Chapter 29 Untamed

❀ Maeve ❀

My lower half was damp with sweat and uncomfortably hot, my mouth dry like it was stuffed with cotton.

I felt my nose twitch at the scent of steak like a distant spectator, my body existing in a different plane than I was.

The market. Baskets. Mother.

She’d be pissed if I overslept again ...