I felt immediate disgust wash over me as I looked at the two people standing before me.
"Wow, Mason, you're living in such a nice house now," Maeve remarked, her eyes scanning my surroundings.
I fixed her with a cold stare. "What do you want?"
"What's with that attitude? Can't I come visit you without something being wrong?" Maeve replied with a laugh that didn't reach her eyes.
The stark difference between her current behavior and how she'd treated me before only increased my revulsion.
Woods Walters stood awkwardly to the side, clearly uncomfortable and unable to participate in our conversation.
I turned and walked into the living room without another word.
Seeing this, Maeve quickly signaled to Lyla Lucas.
Lyla appeared reluctant but followed me inside anyway.
"This house is so luxurious; it must be many times better than ours!" Maeve exclaimed the moment she entered the living room.
I responded with nothing but a derisive snort.
