The sun had already dipped low when Maya returned to the Denovan estate. The driveway lights had just come on, casting a warm glow on the perfectly manicured hedges. The air carried a faint chill, hinting that summer’s end was slowly creeping in.

She stepped inside, the grand entrance hall greeting her with polished marble floors and the faint scent of lilies from the tall vase by the door. The chandelier above threw shards of golden light across the space, making everything feel both welcoming and intimidating.

Colton was there, leaning against the side of the staircase, one hand in his pocket, the other idly turning a small ring on...