Page 13 of The Obedient Lie
He wasn’t immune either. That’s what scared me more than anything.
He was starting to look.Reallylook.
And so wereothers.
Earlier today, Cameron had nudged me in the hallway and said,
“She’s not what I expected from the Adams family. Kinda hot.”
And then Kingston, with that smug bastard grin:
“She’s sweet. I likesweet.”
No.
She didn’t get to come in here, disrupt our house, and make them look at her like that.
Like she was free game.
Like she wasn’t alreadywrappedaround our history.
I saw the way her hair shimmered under the lights.
The curve of her hip when she bent to grab something from her box.
The glossy tint on her lips when she spoke.
Isawher.
And I hated that I did.
I hated even more thatotherswere starting to.
When I passed her later, I didn’t look at her face.
Couldn’t.
I just grabbed a water from the fridge, slammed the door shut, and muttered,
“Good luck. You’ll need it.”
She didn’t respond.
But that night, long after she went to bed, I passed the table again.
The cookies were still sitting there, untouched except?—
Two were missing.
Luca had taken one.
And so had I.
Chapter Six
LUCA
The house smelled like sugar and cinnamon when I got back.
