He glanced up toward the camera and smiled straight into it. "Your invitation is an honor."
As soon as he spoke, the heavy double doors unlocked and swung open, as if the house itself had decided to welcome him.
Andres told Murray to wait in the car and walked in alone.
Maeve had filled the courtyard with greenery to give the old place some life.
What struck Andres was that he didn't recognize a single plant. They weren't decorative shrubs so much as... weeds, or herbs—medicinal-looking things with sharp scents and stubborn stems.
And there was more.
The yard held strange arrangements—patterns set into the ground like deliberate geometry. On the main house hung a distinctive mirrored charm.
Andres didn't know much about that kind of thing. But he recognized enough to feel wary, and that was thanks to where he'd grown up.
Azure Bay was only a temporary residence. The White family estate was where he'd been raised—and old estates took "layout" seriously.
The White estate had always taken that old-house stuff seriously, and Andres had overheard enough as a kid to recognize the telltale signs.
It was his first time seeing Maeve in a lab coat.
Her long hair was twisted up, a few strands escaping near her temples like they'd refused to behave. Hands in her pockets, she looked relaxed, cool, unapproachable.
A phrase surfaced in his mind: ice-queen elegance.
Maeve had too many sides she didn't show the world.
Andres broke the quiet. "You want to ask why my car's been parked outside your gate, don't you?"
Maeve gestured him inside. "And you want to ask why I'm here."
Andres's gaze sharpened. "I didn't expect the owner to be you."
Maeve smiled. "And I didn't expect you to be willing to pay a fortune for this place."
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