Maeve dropped her voice and leaned in close as she addressed him. “That is the only time one should be playing any cards, Your Grace.” “Stop that,” said Reeve, with a growl in his tone. “Or my patience will run thin.” “Does your grace only extend so far?” Reeve licked his lips and leaned towards her. “I can show you exactly how far it extends.” Maeve’s mouth fell open. Abraxas’ attention flew from Hugo and his wide eyes landed on Reeve. A wicked smile at her cousin’s lips.

