Chapter 42

Maeve POV

I gasped, waking up from my sleep. I rubbed my sweaty face. Looking around me, my pillow was soaking wet, and my black shirt was wet from my sweat. I looked around me as I remembered the dream, except it wasn’t a dream; it was my reality, a memory of what happened years ago. Tears pulled up in my eyes as I was forced to remember that awful memory. I never meant to kill him; it was a mistake.

“Stop overthinking,” the sweet voice of my mate said, and I looked up, tears falling down my eyes.

“Carson,” I whispered, looking at him. He walked towards me, putting the tray I didn’t notice he was carrying on the table, and then he sat beside me, looking at me.

“You remember to,” he said, not looking at me. I look down, nodding my head.

“I’m sorry, I did….” He cut me off, placing his hand softly on my cheeks, and he kissed me. The kiss was aggressive, like he was trying to punish me, and I let him, tears rolling down my eyes. After he got rid of his anger, he pulled back, staring at me