Mya's house was deceiving. It sat toward the back of a large, encased piece of land, lined by trees and the lush forest on either side. It was entirely made of stone in a cottage style, but the real brilliance was the interior.

Erik was struck by the space the moment he entered the front door. Several of the walls were lined with large sets of seamless glass doors that led to an open courtyard with trees, hedges, a circular fountain, and flowers. He had never seen anything like it. ...