Cecilia didn’t answer right away.
Her eyes filled with emotions Maya couldn’t quite understand. There was fear in them, but there was something else too, something deeper. Longing. Love. And beneath it all, a quiet sense of surrender.
Suddenly, all the little things Maya had never thought to question began pressing at the edges of her mind.
Cecilia’s unexpected arrival at the estate. The convenient explanation that she was simply an old friend of Dahlia’s. How eager Dahlia had been for them to meet.
Then there was Cecilia herself.
The way she had looked at her from the moment they met. The inexplicable affection she had shown both her and Jaime.
The tears. The protectiveness. That strange sense of familiarity she had felt around her but could never quite explain.
And every time she
