Page 87 of The Obedient Lie
And the way she let him…
Didn’t pull away. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at us likemonsters?—
Itundidsomething in me.
She exhaled, sinking deeper into the mattress.
And that told meeverything.
“She slept curled up again,” I muttered to him. “Left shoulder’s compensating. Bet you anything her jaw’s tight too.”
Bastion hummed, still combing her hair, now dragging his fingertips gently along her scalp.
“You want me to get the oil?”
“She’ll fall asleep if you do.”
He smirked. “Maybe that’s the point.”
The corner of my mouth lifted.
We could’ve kept talking. Planning. Plotting.
But instead, we stayed quiet.
Both of us focused onher.
She was stretched out between us like she belonged there.
My hands working her back.
Bastion’s soothing touches running across forehead.
She didn’t speak and didn’t need to.
Her body said everything.
The way she softened into the sheets. The way her hips stopped holding tension and gave in to our rhythm.
Because she wassafehere.
Withus.
The psychotic Crow twins.
I almost smirked. Even after everything she’d heard—every whispered threat, every truth wrapped in blood.
She still felt safe.
And even if she didn’t say it—her body did.
Her body knew it was ours to care for.
Ours to worship.Ours to protect.
I dragged my thumb up the curve of her spine again, slow and sure.
“Still hurts?”
