MAEVE'S POV
The full moon shone a brilliant shade of silver, trickling into the grounds of the sacred hall—a silent witness to the separation ritual that was about to take place between Ivan and me.
As promised, Ivan had taken care of everything quite nicely. I hadn't seen him since the night he'd shown up uninvited in my room.
It was almost as though he had gone out of his way to avoid me—which… worked out quite the way I wanted.
Except that my mind kept wondering and wandering at the edges, kept drifting back to that look on his face when Asha screamed at him.
My heart twisted.
At least he was here now, face hardened into an expressionless mask.
The sacred hall had been marked with chalk, and candlesticks dangled from different corners of the room, their flames casting dancing shadows across the stone walls.
Apart from the priest, Revierrie—who I'd learned would be officiating the severance—there were two other witnesses in the room.
