Andres nodded. "I saw it."
Maeve shoved him back a step. "Well, I'm not going to lie to you."
"My fate is… unusual. Things don't happen to me the way they happen to normal people."
"My dad says I was never supposed to be born here."
"But I forced my way into the world anyway—so I get punished for it."
As if the sky took that personally, another bolt came down—visible, vicious, angling straight for Maeve.
Andres dragged her into his arms again.
And again, the lightning lost its teeth and disappeared.
They looked at each other, both of them trying to make sense of it.
Andres asked carefully, "So when I'm holding you… it gets better?"
After dodging it twice the same way, Maeve felt something click into place.
Was this the real reason Griffin had forced her to marry Andres?
Lightning cracked again and again—and then the rain came down in sheets.
From the look of it, the storm wasn't quitting anytime soon.
With the weather turning violent this fast, leaving the manor was suddenly a problem.
Andres pulled Maeve back to his wing of the house as quickly as he could. Even with his fast reflexes, they were both soaked through by the time they made it inside.
He grabbed a towel and gently rubbed the water from her hair. "Go take a hot shower."
A thunderclap answered him, loud enough to rattle the walls.
Andres had assumed the room would be safe. He was wrong.
The lightning seemed to squeeze through the tiniest gap in the window like it had a mind of its own—like it was locked onto Maeve and nothing else.
Maeve learned fast. Before it could strike, she launched herself at Andres, wrapping herself around him with desperate intensity.
The lightning surged toward them—then, the moment it neared Andres, it weakened, collapsing into a few harmless sparks that snapped out midair.
Three times in a row.
Maeve finally understood: Andres was the one variable that changed everything.
Andres seemed to grasp it too.
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