After they'd walked a short distance, Andres still felt the need to explain. "About what just happened, don't take it to heart."
Maeve yawned lightly. "You're overthinking it. It's not that deep."
To her, it had been nothing more than a cheap little show.
A show during which she'd also done a few tiny things of her own.
Some pieces, when they offer themselves up so eagerly, are meant to be used.
Maeve's cool indifference cut deeper, leaving a raw, hollow ache in his chest.
Other than what they did in bed, she never interfered with his private life. She wasn't curious about his friends, his world—anything.
They were legally married. They slept in the same bed every night, wrapped around each other like it was normal.
Even if there had been no feelings at first… after all this time, shouldn't something have grown?
"Maeve. I think we need to talk."
Maeve kept strolling, taking in the scenery of the old estate, answering him with lazy ease. "About what? Say it."
Andres caught her wrist. "After all this time together… have you ever liked me? Even a little?"
Maeve stopped looking at the view and met his eyes.
"In the adult world," she said calmly, "there's no such thing as like or dislike. It's cooperation for mutual benefit."
The words lodged in his chest like a stone. "If it weren't for The Binding, would you have avoided ever crossing paths with me?"
Maeve shot it back. "Wouldn't you?"
Thinking back to how they'd begun, Andres couldn't deny he hadn't exactly earned her goodwill.
"Are you still resentful about what happened before?"
Maeve shrugged. "No point. Obsessing over the past is a waste of time."
"You saw what just happened. Miss Sullivan and I are strangers. Completely unrelated."
"Yet because of you, we're forced into clawing at each other."
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