Damon's point of view)
Lyra found me in the armory, one hand resting on the curve of her stomach, and I didn't bother looking up from the blade I was sharpening. There was nothing left between us that required performance anymore, not in private, which was precisely what I appreciated about her above almost everyone else in this pack.
"Marcus has been distracted," I said, testing the shape of the problem out loud. "Ever since the news came about Elena's identity. I worry he's starting to ask questions we haven't fully accounted for."
"Let him ask," Lyra said, unbothered. "We've accounted for questions before. This is no different."
"It's different," I said. "Finn's been watching me. Closely. He caught inconsistencies in where I said I'd been, the night we needed to be somewhere neither
