We walked back to the mansion in silence at first, the three of us tangled together—my arms around their waists, their heads on my shoulders, the cool night air sliding over skin that still hummed from the day's victories and the promise of what was coming next.
The estate was quiet. The estate systems had dimmed the outdoor lights to a low, amber glow that traced golden paths across the grass and reflected off the infinity pool like liquid fire. Somewhere in the distance, water trickled over the edge, a soft, constant hush that felt like the world itself was breathing with us.
Madison's fingers found mine, laced tight. Vivienne's nails traced slow, deliberate circles on my lower back, just above the waistband of my slacks—little sparks of intent that made my blood redirect south without permission.
