“Stupid boy,” Maeve hissed. The words were a thunderclap. He panted, the gnat’s body shaking from wingtip to wingtip. One press of her finger and he’d be gone. He braced himself, waiting for it. But Maeve kept her palm open. And as she began to walk down the hall, away from the sealed chamber, she said, “What you felt in there—that is why I left their world.” She gazed ahead, a shadow darkening her face. “Every day, that was what I felt.”
Wow… is that sympathy I feel for Maeve??? Get rid of it ew!
