Madison and Vivienne materialized at my sides roughly twenty minutes after Lila had vanished upstairs with Emma, the two of them moving with that particular feminine certainty that says we're not asking, darling, we're informing.
"Come on," Madison murmured, her fingers sliding into mine with a warmth that felt far too innocent for the glint in her eye. "We need to talk."
Vivienne claimed my other hand without ceremony. "Outside. Right now, honey."
I didn't resist. Why would I? Being led by two gorgeous women who clearly had plans for me was hardly a hardship.
We drifted through the house, past the low thump of music still leaking from the entertainment hall, out the back doors, and into the estate's grounds where the world suddenly opened up like a greedy lover spreading her thighs.
