“Get in here,” she said. It was not an invitation; it was a command. When I hesitated, she added, “Now!” She stood in front of me with her fists on her hips. “What exactly did you say to your aunt about last night?” she demanded. “Because she was just here, and she as much as called me a slut!” I stared. “I … nothing much. I told her that Lily came in here. Stole the keys, hid here. Spied on us.” But I had paused a little, and Raina picked right up on it. “There’s something you’re not telling me. What is it?” “She … my aunt may have thought we were—” “What? Rolling around on the floor? Well, that’s ironic.” I flushed. “I’m sorry—” “She said horrible things to me. I’m a terrible example to her daughter. ‘Bohemian.’ Behind Raina’s barely controlled voice, I could almost hear Julia’s. I flexed my shoulders. “Look, Julia has her own ideas. You shouldn’t take it personally—” She cut me off. “Oh, please. Listen, ordinarily I wouldn’t care what anyone thought, but in this case …”
