Chapter 27
Hand in hand, Sophia and Alistair strolled on the gardens, heading toward the maze; the sun just beginning to set. The sky started to color pink and orange, turning an already lovely landscape into a superlative vista.
“Your brother is quite the contradiction,” she said, hesitantly, her hand brushing the trimmed leaves of the cypress hedges that formed the enormous and tall maze. “He’s mean one moment, then nice the next. Threatening one moment, then protective. He’s so difficult to figure out. Even with you, he has mercurial moods.”
“He’s distrustful of you and it’s my fault.” He scowled at himself. “Give him some time to know you. He’ll come around.”
“And in spite of his rudeness, there is something…something that makes me like him. He’s intelligent, creative, and caring.
