When the party ended that night, I sat in a lounge chair by the pool and looked up at the stars. I was drunk, and there was still a good hour until the dawn. Lily looked out the window and saw that I was alone, but before she could come out to join me, Anna grabbed Lily’s elbow and asked her something.
I couldn’t hear everything they were saying, but I could tell it was about Johanna. Anna didn’t want me to hear, and kept pulling Lily away from the window, yanking at Lily’s arm and whispering in Lily’s ear.
It’s been like this with most of the others. Usually they sense a change is coming, and try to resist it. Others resign themselves to the inevitable. It’s the dynamic of three that makes it complicated. If there was only one other, all the power would be in my hands. But with two, they have a relationship of their own. Sometimes they conspire, other times they compete. With Lily and Anna, it was a little of both.
Lily was trying to end the conversation, trying to push Anna away. Anna, though, grabbed on to Lily and wouldn’t let her go. “Listen to me,” I could hear Anna crying, her voice ragged. “Listen to me!” Lily turned to go, and Anna grabbed onto the collar of Lily’s shirt. Lily wheeled around and punched Anna in the face, sending Anna flying backwards into our glass table. The table shattered, and Lily jumped on top of Anna. I couldn’t see what the two of them were doing, but I knew there would be blood, and biting.
My night was over. I laid my head back and studied the constellations, looking for Orion.
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