Firelight and Games

Maeve's POV

The heat from Lucas’s thigh burned through my jeans as he dropped onto the woven mat to my left. Across the yard, the heavy oak doors of the manor clicked shut. The older adults had taken the children inside for the night, leaving the over-eighteen crowd circled around a roaring bonfire in the center of the garden. Overhead, stars glinted like scattered diamonds against a dark sky.