CHAPTER 62 She is Nothing but a Glorified Whore!

　　'Maeve...that woman...' Ann began hesitantly as she stared intently at the woman's face.

　　'Before you say anything else…don't. I know exactly what you're thinking. I feel the same way about her.' She growled furiously in reply.

　　'Why does she make my skin crawl though? It's as if...'

　　'She makes us feel this way because she's full of darkness, Ann. Before you ask... yes. We do know her. We have met her before.'

　　Ann struggled with the fury that she felt rolling from Maeve and without warning Adam's arm reached backward and his fingers closed around her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

　　The small gesture surprised her and her heart seemed to flip. It was almost as if he could sense how she was feeling... but that was impossible... right?

　　'Nothing is impossible with the Daemon Lord's power, Ann. You wanted it to be convincing...perhaps he has made it so that everything is shared between you...including mimicking the intricacies of the bond.' Maeve mused, the anger still clea