Chapter 1479

"Silly you," Zion said. He lightly tapped Maeve's nose tip. "You're always so full of big talk. When that day comes, do you honestly think I'd just stand there and watch you rush to danger alone?" "And why not? Isn't there a saying that goes… what's the phrase again?" Maeve said. "Who says women can't match men?" "That's right. That's the phrase." Maeve's cheeks were flushed pink from Laventon's crisp morning breeze. Her left hand tightened around Zion's hand. "Zee… are you scared?" It was as if she was asking herself the question instead of him. When she faced Anthony, fear gripped her, but the thought of her friends beside her gave her courage. Lately, though, her dreams had been haunted by the incident at Regal Hotel. Those figures in white masks, the black curtain slowly rising, the dim lighting, and the chilling cries of women pleading for help echoing around her. In the dream, Maeve had to run constantly just to escape from the hunters chasing after her. The vivid