A dark matte finish of the BMW roared to a quiet purr as Liam pulled through the massive wrought-iron gates of the estate.
The gravel driveway crunched beneath his tires, winding through meticulously manicured hedges before opening up into a sweeping circular courtyard. .
At the center, a tiered stone fountain sprayed misty arcs of water into a wide basin, the sheer scale of the compound radiating the kind of old-money power that didn't need to shout to be felt.
Liam brought the BMW to a stop right in front of the grand entrance.
The estate's sprawling neoclassical architecture towered above him, all limestone pillars, tinted glass, and quiet, heavy authority.
He cut the engine, stepped out into the cool morning air, and smoothed down the front of his jacket.
As he closed the driver's side door, he looked toward the entrance. Standing at the top of the wide granite steps, right beside the towering double doors, was Odessa.
