"Even I can see that my Maeve isn't exactly thrilled with you."
Though he couldn't grasp all the coded details of their conversation, he easily pieced together that Quinn's visit to The White Manor came with an ulterior motive.
Naturally, none of Maeve's friends were ordinary.
Quinn sighed heavily.
"Kicking a man when he's down—you're a real pro at that, Mr. Andres."
Feeling unusually playful, Andres smirked.
"It's true. I've been perfecting the art for years."
Quinn was left utterly speechless.
Seeing him finally get shut down was so satisfying that Maeve couldn't hold back a genuine laugh.
Andres rarely saw her smile so brightly, and it melted him completely.
"Maeve, you're so different today."
She raised an eyebrow.
"How so?"
Andres smiled. "You feel more... alive. Especially when you were completely tearing into those guys from The Luminary Order. It was kind of adorable."
Under normal circumstances, Maeve never wasted breath on people who didn't matter.
She was aloof, decisive, and never cared about anyone else's opinion.
But today, she had let her guard down.
She was acting like a young woman with a fierce temper—like a feisty little kitten, wildly swiping her claws at anyone who annoyed her.
It was chaotic, playful, and it made Andres's heart race.
His words made Maeve pause.
"You’re reading too much into it."
She thought about it, then decided to tell the truth.
"The only reason I provoked them so hard was to trigger their competitive side."
"The only way this bet is fun is if they actually give it everything they've got."
"You know my style—I don't waste my time on easy targets."
A flicker of emotion crossed Maeve's eyes as she read it.
She grabbed her phone and stood up. "You guys chat. I need to go take a call."
Watching her walk away, Quinn broke the silence.
"I hear you're the key to helping Maeve survive her the storm coming for her."
Andres pulled his gaze from Maeve's retreating figure.
"We've experienced some... unexplainable supernatural phenomena."
"And I think I finally understand why her adoptive father chose me out of millions of people."
He didn't say the rest out loud, but he was overwhelmingly grateful he was the one chosen.
If Maeve belonged to any other man, he would have lost his mind.
Quinn took a slow sip of his juice.
"Mr. Andres, have you ever wondered why you and Maeve share this kind of connection?"
Andres looked at him sharply. "Do you know?"

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