Lydia’s voice came from the doorway.
“We’re back!”
Lucius pulled away so quickly that my hip struck the table. I grabbed my dress while he stepped back, reaching for his shirt. We dressed in a panic, barely looking at each other. I was still fixing my clothes when the door opened.
Lydia entered first, with Derek beside her. Mara followed, carrying a basket of supplies.
All three stopped.
Lucius stood near the table, his hair untidy and his shirt buttoned wrong. I was on the other side of the room, smoothing my dress with shaking hands. We must have looked as though we had been arguing.
“Is everything all right?” Lydia asked.
“Yes,” I answered too quickly.
Mara glanced between us. “You both look as if someone has just told you terrible news.”
“Nothing happened,” Lucius said.
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