[Meredith].
A few hours later, the car rolled through the iron gates of the Oatrun Estate just as the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the courtyard.
I exhaled the moment the tyres stopped.
Dennis stepped out first, stretching his arms as if the trip had been nothing more than a casual stroll.
I followed, smoothing my skirt, already spotting servants moving toward us with quiet efficiency, which was good, considering that the trunk was full. Overflowing, really.
And then I saw Draven. He stood at the entrance with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, his dark eyes already on me the second I stepped out of the car.
Relief warmed my chest before I could stop it.
"Welcome back," he said, his voice low, familiar.
I smiled faintly. "Thank you."
At the same time, the servants opened the trunk at my gesture, their eyes widening slightly at the sight of the packed baskets and crates.
