She tapped the screen. From inside the house, a fire alarm began to shriek. Red lights pulsed through the windows.
“Documenting,” Marcus corrected. “Art.” -VixenX- Lyra Law - House Of Infidelity -19.08....
“What did you do?” Marcus shouted.
The others were asleep—or pretending to be. Lena and Theo upstairs, their door ajar as always. Sasha and Jules in the library, their whispers like mice behind the walls. And Marcus… Marcus was on the porch with the newest addition: a woman named Iris who’d arrived three weeks ago, claiming to be a journalist writing about “polyamorous utopias.” She tapped the screen
For a long moment, the only sound was a nightjar calling from the dark woods. Then Lyra laughed—a dry, broken sound. “Documenting,” Marcus corrected
At 2:13 AM, Lyra walked to the porch. The moonlight carved Marcus and Iris into a single shadow. They weren’t touching. They were just sitting, knees angled toward each other like conspirators.