Maeve took a deep, shaky breath in front of her mirror, examining her outfit one last time. Not that she cared, and even so, the red dress suited her divinely. No, what worried him was the prospect of having to attend Gabriel's date with that bitch Lyria, and having to act as if nothing had happened. . It made her want to scream, and throw herself on that fool. But that was out of the question. She had worked things out with Gabriel , made things cristal clear : she was his bodyguard, he was her mission, and Lyria was Gabriel's fiancée. Now, Maeve 's heart had to understand it, and it was a far cry from winning. However, she had made efforts in this direction: she had put some distance between them - even if lately, he had distanced himself a lot - and she was even attending tonight's mission with Terence, having made sure of having knowingly passed it off as a romantic date. But despite that, jealousy gnawed at her from the inside. Casting another look in the mirror, she smiled at herself: she had first thought of playing it low profile, with her long black hair tied back and wearing no makeup, but in the end, she wanted to shine. So, she put on bright red lipstick, which Xia once referred to as "the blowjob special lipstick", highlighted her purple eyes with mascara and eyeliner, and then after gazing one last time her handiwork, she walked out, clicking her stilettos on the floor. As soon as he saw her, Gabriel's mouth dropped, giving Maeve a provocative smile. Immediately, the prince's gaze fixed on her mouth, and his eyes darkened, only enhancing the sentry's smile. Shaking his head, he pulled himself together and growled:
- you're definitely not going to go out like that!
She blinked her eyelids innocently, and simpered honeyedly:
- And why is that ?
Gabriel's golden skin turned bright red as he stammered:
- Because... Because... You know very well why!
She blinked again, huffing, as innocent as a newborn:
-Of course not, Your Highness...
- rhaa you then!
Without realizing it, he was now so close to her that she felt his every breath as if it were her own. He slowly leaned towards her , and she catched her breath , waiting - wanting him - to kiss her . She desperately , impatiently wanted it , NEEDED it . Soon enough he was at only two little inches from her mouth , and she felt his breaths on her lips , making shivering in anticipation of the kiss . . But before he could do anything else, a knock sounded on the door, and Maeve moved away as quickly as she could. Immediately, tingles ran through her skin, making her dying to feel the warmth of the young man's skin against hers again. But she went to open the door, and discovered Terence in the doorway. Immediately, she was overwhelmed with guilt, but she smiled at the young wizard and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a faint smudge of lipstick. As she wiped the young man's cheek with her thumb, she noticed that he was sporting the same expression Gabriel had had earlier. Turning away to ask the latter if they could go, she met the prince's furious gaze. Before she could say anything, he pushed past her, jostling Terence as he passed, and rushed down the hall. Massaging his shoulder dramatically, Terence asked the young Woman:
- What is his problem ?
She shrugged, feigning ignorance:
- No idea .
Then, taking her hand:
- let's go!
He smiled at her, and squished her hand, at the same time that Maeve's heart sank: in the back of her mind, she was vaguely aware that what she was doing was wrong, but she wanted - had to - go forward. And Terence was there, like a life raft in the middle of the raging ocean of her emotions. And she'd be crazy not to grab it. So she squeezed his hand back, and smiled at him like she wanted to smile at Gabriel.
Gabriel couldn't calm down: the anger boiling in his veins was so strong that he wasn't sure it would ever come down. When she came out of her room, in that splendid red dress that showed off all her curves, and with that mouth... He wanted to possess her, right there, right away, without worrying about the consequences. Then he remembered why, or rather for whom she had dressed like that, and it had had the effect of a cold shower. But he had no more to remember than just to cut the throat of the wizard. He had seen her look and the way she had kissed him… Jealousy was eating him up, and making him see red. Taking a deep breath, plastering a charming smile on his face, he knocked on Lyria's door.
She opened the door , as charming as ever , and smiled :
- Gabriel, your highness! I'm so happy to see you .
But then she turned around and her face dropped:
- oh , Eva is that it ?
Maeve growled from behind his back :
- Maeve , My lady .
The last word was stupidly accentuated and Lyria looked like - and for that Maeve , Callum and Bastian were right - like a cold hearted bitch.
On the way to the palace hall , Lyria asked Maeve
:
- why did your parents called you Eva ?
From the corner of his eyes , Gabriel saw his bodyguard gritting her teeth before she answered:
- They call me MAEVE , Wich means toxic and poisonous. Why did they call you Lyria ?
Lyria looked horrified:
- why would they do such an horrible thing ? ! I was named after the great Lyria , the most beautiful princess of history. But Maeve ... Really I don't understand why.
Maeve smiled lethaly this time :
- why ? because that way little bitches wouldn't fuck with me.