Chapter 78

Lyra’s music choice had shifted to something loud enough to make the windows buzz.

Marcy stood by the drink table, sipping something cold and fizzy, when Dan appeared behind her, draping his arm casually around her shoulders.

“You’ve been quiet,” he said.

“I’m watching.” Marcy nodded toward Lyra, who was in the middle of a group of friends laughing near the pool. “She looks happy.”

“Where’s the bo