"If you have the nerve to starve me," I said, "then go ahead and try."

Maeve's POV

My eyes locked onto Mrs. Howard's knee.

She realized something was wrong. She looked down, saw the fake wound that had been scraped loose, and her pupils contracted sharply.

"Maeve, let me explain—"

I didn't move. The look in my eyes shifted from cold to something closer to revul...

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