Lucian
I couldn’t believe my luck.
Mara must have made one hell of an impression on Austin. I’ve known him since I was twelve—loyal, quiet, never overstepping. But for him to snoop around like this, dig through Tina’s room and laptop without being asked? That was a first.
It meant something. It meant she meant something to him, too.
As we stepped out of the room, Austin gave me more good news.
“I’ve already sent a couple to the holiday home,” he said. “They live on the same street. Trustworthy people. They’ll handle the cleaning and upkeep.”
I could’ve hugged him again.
The last thing I needed was a flirtatious young maid eyeing me or some smooth-talking guy trying his luck with Mara. We weren’t moving out to play house in a soap opera—we wanted peace. Sanctuary. And Austin, bless h
