"Just a little bit of that. A little of this...."

I finished packing the last few items - mostly warm clothes, a couple of books I might not read, and the small things that had started to feel like mine in Mateo's house. One of the house staff, a quiet young man whose name I still hadn't caught, helped carry the bags down to the driveway. When I stepped outside, my eyes widened at the car waiting for us.

A sleek black Bentley Flying Spur gleamed under the weak winter sun. The lines were elegant and powerful at the same time. I walked around it slowly, running my fingers lightly...