"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."

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