Page 162 of The Obedient Lie
Luca’s hands clamped tighter on my waist as his mouth moved to my neck, teeth dragging lightly over the spot heknewmade me squirm.
I gasped — caught between them, body overheating in the middle of the dining hall. In front ofeveryone.
Then Luca said it.
“Fuck it. Let’s take her to bed already.”
His voice was low. Dangerous.
Bastion didn’t answer.
He just stood.
The dining hall emptied around us.
Or maybe it didn’t.
I couldn’t tell.
All I could focus on was the heat on my lips.
The way Bastion hadlookedat me.
The way Luca’s grip hadn’t loosened since I sat on his lap.
They didn’t say a word.
Not one.
They just rose — one on either side of me.
Silent.
Stalking.
And I followed.
Through the academy halls. Down the stairs. My heels clicked against the marble, echoing too loud in the quiet.
No one spoke. No one had to.
The silence between them was louder than any threat. Thicker than tension.
It pulsed between their shoulder blades — between the twin shadows they cast as they opened the heavy black doors.
The moment we stepped inside, the air shifted.
My back hit the door as it closed behind me.
Luca’s hand pressed flat beside my head. Bastion stepped in close —tooclose — fingers brushing the strap of my dress, his eyes locked on mine.
“You came back,” Bastion murmured, voice low. “You walked right into the lion’s den, baby.”
I swallowed. “Because I’m yours.”
Luca’s hand slid around my waist, anchoring me. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
