Page 216 of The Obedient Lie
They froze.
Dead still.
Like I’d just said the exact thing they’d been afraid of.
Their faces didn’t go blank.
They looked.
Wrecked.
I arched an eyebrow slowly.
“We thought we killed you,” Bastion said, quiet. Serious.
No teasing. No smirk. Just straight-up trauma in his eyes.
I looked between them.
And yeah, there it was.
They really,genuinely, thought they had.
I’d passed out. Curled between them. A sweaty, overstimulated, probably incoherent mess after what had to benine—or maybe ten?—orgasms. Who the hell was counting at that point?
I mean, clearly not me. Buttheyhad been.
“You both thought… youthoughtyou fucked me to death?” I repeated.
They nodded. In sync. Like a nightmare choir.
“At no point—not once—did either of you stop to consider maybe you just… fucked me tosleep?”
Their expressions twitched.
Bastion’s jaw moved like he wanted to protest but couldn’t.
Luca looked like someone had just explained the concept of rest to him for the first time.
I blinked at them.
“Jesus. You two thinka lotof yourselves.”
It was meant to tease.
To break the tension.
To wipe the grief from their faces.
It worked.
Bastion cracked a reluctant smile.
Luca laughed under his breath, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
“I mean…” Luca tried, “youdidstop breathing for like three seconds.”
“Because I wassnoring, you idiot.”
