Even Andres, who prided himself on being unshakable, couldn't hide his amazement.
"Can we do the rite earlier?"
Maeve leaned close and murmured by his ear, "My order assigns me one task a month. If I do it on the first, I don't have to livestream."
Andres was speechless
So yes, it could be sooner. She just didn't want to do two monthly tasks because she couldn't be bothered.
Maeve added, more kindly, "Don't worry. Before the first, I'll come back and burn another talisman. I'll make sure nothing hurts anyone."
When Maeve promised something, Andres had learned to take it seriously.
If she hadn't spotted the issue with the fountain, his mother might really have been slowly murdered under his own roof.
And that would've been the kind of regret money couldn't fix.
To avoid alarming Sofia inside, Andres told Tanner to handle the aftermath quickly—and to investigate who had arranged such a vicious hex right under his nose.
Whoever it was, the moment Andres caught them, they'd learn what his wrath looked like.
Andres's courtyard sat just one wall away from Sofia's—an extravagant three-story residence.
It was also the first time he'd brought someone outside the family into his private space.
Like Sofia's side of the estate, servants appeared every few steps, cleaning silently. Each one greeted him respectfully as "Mr. White."
They were also shocked. The aloof Mr. White—who kept everyone at arm's length—had actually brought a beautiful young woman back to the manor.
Curiosity flickered everywhere, but no one dared ask.
The White family ran on strict rules: the masters' private affairs weren't to be questioned or discussed. Any servant caught gossiping was dealt with immediately and expelled.
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