Olivia froze, her fingers tightening on his collar, her hazel eyes widening.
"…Is it reading my mind?" she asked slowly, her voice half-whisper, half-awe. "How the fuck does it know that?"
"I don't know," Lor said, his hazel eyes wide, solemn, the lie perfected. "But it's powerful. And wise."
Olivia's grip slackened, her hand falling away, her round hips shifting as she sat back, her pussy still sensitive under her damp panties.
She turned to Nellie, her eyes softening, throat tight. "I'm… sorry. I dragged you into this."
Nellie shook her head, a faint smile breaking across her freckled face, her gray-green eyes warm despite her embarrassment. "It's okay. Really. I should've said something too."
Lor glanced between them, then exhaled, his voice softening, a calculated gesture of empathy.
"I feel bad, for what the Light did to you tonight. So… maybe I'll visit your houses next time. When I'm free. Tomorrow or the day after."
