Things other people couldn't learn, she could master in no time—then become elite at it.
Being smarter wasn't exactly a tragedy. But being tortured like this for years? Anyone would break.
Andres tightened his arms around her waist without meaning to. "Don't be afraid. From now on, you've got me."
Maeve hated how much she needed that to be true.
And yet—being held like this, she felt something warm move through her chest.
She'd been so desperate to rush back to the Quiet Garden because there was a sealed cold-storage room there. If she hid inside, she could dodge the storm—for a while.
That was one of the reasons she'd fought so hard to reclaim her right to live there from Luka Morales in the first place.
But if simply staying close to Andres could cancel out the whole lightning problem… it would solve so many headaches she never should've had to deal with.
"Whitty," Maeve said, eyes sharp despite her exhaustion, "you saw it. My dad set this whole thing up—this marriage trap."
"Finding me a 'home' was just the excuse. What he really did was use you—use you to offset my lightning curse."
Andres nodded slowly, thinking. "So I'm a pawn in your father's game."
Maeve looked vindicated, like she'd finally found someone who got it. "Right? So you hate him now too, don't you? Doesn't it make you want to drag him out and beat the hell out of him?"
Andres held back a laugh. "He's your father. My father-in-law. A son-in-law hitting his wife's dad… doesn't exactly fit the old rules."
Maeve couldn't be bothered to argue.
As the rain outside began to soften, her courage came back. She flipped over, looming above him with bright eyes. "Whitty. Let's work together."
Something in Andres's gut warned him she was up to no good. "Work together how? Let me hear it."
Maeve didn't bother with pleasantries. "We team up and find a way to flush him out."

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