Chapter 1617

Maeve crooked her finger at the warden, beckoning him closer. The warden didn't hesitate. Confidence radiated off him as he strode into the cell. But he barely made it halfway when Maeve's hand shot out to grip the back of his neck. It was the perfect spot—the major artery on the neck. A little more pressure and it was game over. The warden froze. The guards wanted to intervene, but Maeve's calm voice cut through the air. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Who knows? My hand might slip. And when your warden drops dead, I imagine you'll have a lot more explaining to do, won't you?" "You're asking for death, Maeve!" The warden glared at Maeve. To him, she was nothing more than a desperate woman trying to claw her way out. "Let me remind you, in my prison, you're nothing but a prisoner! And if you so much as touch me, I'll have my men make your life such a living hell that you'll wish you were dead!" Maeve raised an eyebrow at his arrogant words. Without hesitation, she tighte