CAROLINE'S POV
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I didn't know what whiplash felt like until Zyran stood in front of my bedroom door when Lucian opened it to leave. I was halfway dressed, and the look on his face was...horrifying. The shock, the fear. "Rule one," He stutters, standing in the doorway, his eyes flicking between Lucian and me. The judgement burns in his icy hues like frost bite. Lucian fixes his shirt, "Do you know what a little bit of fun is?" He taunts, and my heart drops into my stomach at the cold bite in his voice. Zyran's eyes flick to me, burning with rage, "Did he take advantage of you?" I scoff, shaking my head.
It's my time to play, even if the guilt is going to eat me alive. "It was consensual, I had some tension to get rid of." I shrug, pulling on my pants. I avoid contact by looking down a
