The last sound escaped — too loud, too sharp, the sound of a woman being penetrated against her will and failing to suppress the cry. It cut through the silence of the anteroom like a blade.
Bodies moved. Mirra jolted upright, her eyes wide, her hand flying to her satchel — the healer's instinct, the reach for bandages and potions. Elwen's eyes opened, green and alert, her hand finding her wand. Both women looked toward the source of the sound.
"What happened?" Mirra whispered, her voice thin with fear.
I lay still. Kept my eyes closed. Let Sera's body — still impaled on my cock, her back pressed against my chest, the blanket covering us from the waist down — go limp beneath me. Her internal voice was a shriek:
'They heard — they heard me — oh gods — they are looking — they—'
"It is nothing," I said, and my voice was groggy, slurred, the voice of a man who had been woken by noise and was annoyed about it. "Go back to sleep."
