"I'm sorry, young lady, but you aren't allowed to go in." The black-suited guard repeated himself for the second time.
Maya frowned. This didn't seem right. Why would they refuse her entry into the estate?
If she was refused at the gate of the family house, that was understandable. But to refuse her entry into the estate as a whole — that had never happened before.
A hint of worry flashed through her eyes. Could it be something had happened?
She was aware Seth and his father seemed to be under some kind of pressure.
"You know who I am, right? Why won't you let me in? I want to meet my Big Uncle Simon Duskreaver." Maya confronted the guard, unwilling to give up so easily.
The guard's expression remained unfazed. "Rest assured, young lady, I know who you are. It's just that the Duskreavers are not accepting any visitors, familiar or not."
