The vehicle rolled to a smooth stop beneath the warm lights of Blackwood Manor.
Maya didn’t move right away.
Through the tinted window, she could already see it—Damien’s car parked near the entrance, unmistakable in its presence. Her pulse stuttered at the sight, nerves tightening low in her chest.
So he’s home.
Beside her, Dahlia noticed the change at once.
She glanced toward where Maya was looking, then back at her, taking in the tension in her expression. A quiet, knowing smile touched her lips as she reached out and gently covered Maya’s hand with her own.
“Maya,” Dahlia said gently, her voice steady enough to anchor her. “Is something wrong?”
Maya’s breath caught—just a fraction. She looked down at her lap, fingers curling together. “Oh… um… nothing. I just—” She hesitated. “I
