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“I’m sorry,” he said, but he didn’t even know what he was apologizing for. For fighting tonight? For putting her at risk? For putting a wedge between her and her Crew? For Changing in her territory? For charging her father? For stumbling onto these paintings? “Does anyone know what you are?” he asked softly.
“Everyone knows I have the sight now, Landon. It’s all the people of Damon’s Mountains talk about. It’s all I am.”
“Does everyone know how deep it goes?”
She shook her head. “That’s my story.”
“You’re doing this alone?”
She nodded, and then looked up at him. “If you could see the horror on your face right now, you would understand. It’s better for me to do this alone.”
It felt like a punch to his gut. She believed that. It was clear in her voice she believed she was better off alone, but this? This power to predict a future that wasn’t always good was too much weight on any one person’s shoulders.
His respect for Lucia grew tenfold, because in this moment he realized how strong she really was. How silently strong she’d been all this time.
Lucia Novak was the most interesting, complicated, badass, beautiful woman he’d ever met.
Chapter Eight
He was seeing her.
Landon was really seeing her.
She could tell by the troubled look on his face.
She’d shared too much, and this was her fault. Her skin was crawling under his gaze, and she told him, “I would like you to leave now.”
When he didn’t move, she repeated it. “I would like you to leave.”
“Why?”
With a shrug, Lucia said, “I’m bored, and I want to go to sleep.”
When she dared a glance up at him to see if he’d bought it, Landon’s head was cocked to the side and he was studying her face.
“I would like you to stop looking at me.” She turned and left the room, but her instincts were kicked up and she wanted to protect her paintings from his gaze. Panicking, she said, “I need you to go.”
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, following her into the hallway.
“Because I like being alone, and you are ruining everything. That’s what you do, right? Ruin everything?”
They were daggers. She knew how to throw them when someone got too close to her. This was how she protected herself from rejection—from hurt. It’s how she protected her solitary life.
“I don’t want to leave,” Landon uttered low.
“Leave!” she screamed, pointing to the front door.
His lips snarled up over his teeth and then fell in an instant, but she’d seen the animal there.
“Whatever you say, Luc.”
“My name is Lucia,” she growled out as he strode past her.
The muscles in his back were tense and rippling as he made his way to the front door. He flung it open and rounded on her. “You know, you don’t have to be alone. You choose that. When you sit in here tonight with your head all loud, you should think about the fact that you had a person who wanted to sit with you in that moment!” he yelled and jammed a finger at the art room.
“Oh, and you’re the one to sit with me in that moment?” she challenged him. “You with your normal brain and your normal problems—”
“Normal brain?” He demanded, his blond brows arching up. “I’m a Fuller, Luc. I know how to fight and fuck, and I barely have control of my animal, and I’m fucking stuck here! With no Crew, no anchor. My normal brain? Okay.” He shook his head. “You are fucked in the head if you think I’m the normal one.”
