Mal came to a stop and stood with his head cocked, analyzing her. Maeve laughed and began walking towards her dormitory. A small yawn escaped her lips. She continued with dramatic flare, “It must be so difficult to be Malachite Peur,” she teased, laying into his full name,” always having to save poor, weak, Maeve Sin–” Mal caught her wrist and spun her around with force. She inhaled sharply and looked up at him as their bodies nearly slammed together, ready for him to reproach her. She swallowed and calmed the adrenaline that spiked from his unexpected touch.
