Lily’s point of view

Even though Marcus and I had been at odds since the previous evening, I wasn't prepared for him to face me at such an early hour. Marcus marched in, his face a mask of controlled frustration, as I sipped my coffee in the kitchen, attempting to get over my tiredness.

With an unarguable tone, he stated, "We need to talk."

With a groan, I put down my mug. "About what exactly?"

He said frankly, "Lucas. When did the two of you get so... close?"

His directness threw me off guard, and I blinked. "Pardon me?"

Marcus crossed his arms and said, "You heard me. When did...