"What?" Danielle stopped short, staring at Audrey as if she'd misheard. "Last night? Right there? Outside the villa?"
Audrey nodded slowly. Her expression remained calm, almost eerily so, as if the storm had already passed through her and left only still air behind.
"Yes," she said quietly. "Rowan and Lisa didn't even bother going inside. They did it right by the front door."
Her voice faltered halfway through the sentence—not because of pain, but because she noticed Bonnie standing nearby. The child had gone still, her small fingers curling into the hem of her shirt, eyes lifted in silent attention.
Audrey stopped immediately.
Some things were not meant for young ears. Some ugliness did not belong in a child's world.
Danielle, however, had no such restraint.
"Oh, that's revolting," she snapped, her temper flaring like an unsheathed claw. "What is he, some kind of stray wolf in heat? Who loses control like that out in the open?"
