Page 6 of The Obedient Lie
They didn’t even pretend it was temporary.
The Crow dorm was at the far edge of campus—no house name, no wing, no guest list.
Just black brick, matte steel, and rumors that never made it into writing.
No one moved in.
No one moved out.
You had to beborn into it.
But tonight, I crossed the threshold like I belonged.
The front door clicked shut behind me. Silence swallowed the sound.
Black floors polished to a reflective shine.
Dark wood walls broken by antique portrait frames and black-paneled doors.
No laughter.
No music.
Just the soft hum of heat through the vents and the distant crackle of firelight.
At the far end of the hallway, above a hanging iron chandelier, was the Crow crest.
Surrounded by thirty faint birds—each one inked into the border like a secret.
Thirty Crows.
Thirty sons of the dynasty.
And now… me.
I followed the instructions for the location and walked upstairs. Until I reached the end of the hall, a matte black door waited.
Their names were etched into the silver plate beside it.
BASTION CROW + LUCA CROW.
I opened it slowly. And stopped. It wasn’t a dorm room. It was a kingdom.
Two king-sized beds anchored the back wall—side by side.
One bed was made military-tight, edges tucked, not a single wrinkle.
The other looked like it had survived a fistfight—sheets tangled, knife belt tossed at the corner, a hoodie half-flung.
Across from them was my bed. Another king. It looked like it was new.
No walls. No dividers.
Just space. Measured. Intentional.
Three beds. One room.
It would be merciful just to kill me instead. I sighed and stepped inside.
