"They're not guests, they're family! Well, Isaiah's going to be family. Eventually. When you all stop being weird about the rotation thing and just admit that we're all going to end up sharing him anyway."
The silence that followed this statement was absolute.
Sabrina watched her sisters process Harlow's words. Vivienne's eye twitched, a telltale sign of stress that she usually managed to suppress. Cassidy's fork froze halfway to her mouth, her purple eyes narrowing in a way that promised violence.
Isaiah, to his credit, didn't run screaming from the room. He just stood there with his shoulders slightly hunched, radiating the energy of a man who had accepted his fate and was waiting to see which direction the guillotine would swing.
"Harlow." Cassidy's voice was dangerously calm. "What did we say about saying the quiet part out loud?"
"That it makes Vivi's eye do the thing?"
"And?"
"And that Cass gets stabby when people talk about sharing?"
"And?"
