Evelyn's eyes found the doorway.
She stopped with the towel still in her hand.
Jane had already turned fully, one hand still holding the glass she had been wiping.
Both of them looked straight at the place where Avery stood half in the light.
Avery's fingers dug harder into the wooden frame.
My two fingers stayed buried inside her, curled and still for only a second.
The wet shine on her inner thighs caught the kitchen light.
Her top was twisted high enough that the lower curve of one breast showed.
She could not close her legs.
The mana kept her hips exactly where I had placed them.
Evelyn's mouth opened, then closed again.
Her gaze moved from Avery's face down to the hand between her daughter's thighs and back up.
Jane's eyes went wide.
The glass slipped in her fingers and she caught it before it hit the counter.
Neither of them spoke at first.
The only sound was the soft drip of Avery's slickness onto the floor and the low, uneven pull of her breathing.
