MAEVE'S POV
"Why was the door locked?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Why? Do you suspect me of something?" I threw back, my voice light but taunting.
Clearly, he didn't appreciate that—his eyes narrowed further.
"You took quite a while coming to the door. Any particular reason why?"
"There is no particular reason. As for locking the door—it's standard procedure. I do everything possible to keep intruders like you from disrupting the treatment process." I folded my arms, quirking a brow. "What were you thinking? That I would murder your mother in the confinement of her room?"
"You're assuming things, Maeve. I never said that."
"But you were thinking it."
"I can see you haven't lost any of yesterday's fiery energy. For a moment, I feared I had only dreamed it all up."
Ivan walked right past me before I had the chance to respond. He moved deeper into the room. It took him all of two seconds to notice the mess.
