“Were you going to post?”
“No.”
“You were holding it vertically.”
“I was checking the time.”
“Liar.”
Maeve raises both hands.
“My lips are sealed.”
“Good.”
I point toward Noor.
“You too.”
She presses a hand against her chest.
“I have integrity.”
“You live with Lila.”
“Fair.”
Lila looks personally offended.
“So we can't tell anyone?”
“No one.”
“Not even—”
“No.”
“But—”
“No.”
“Hannah Goodwin is spending the night at Kane Haverhill’s and we’re expected to behave normally?”
“Yes.”
Lila looks around the room.
“Tortoiseshell.”
Someone snickers.
“Bookworm.”
Another laugh.
“Footnote.”
I narrow my eyes.