Why does it feel like Emilian’s constantly reading my mind?
I am a clean sheet of paper, inside and out. What I think will be written and carried out.
I have to tell you something…
It’s eight and my heart plummets. Am I nervous? That never happens…
She looks like an exotic mermaid wading through turquoise.
Can’t believe I’m responding with smiling faces.
I feel my sunflower move closer to me, gripping my shoulder. I think it’s afraid… Because I am.
I slam the accept button and grip the steering wheel. If this woman makes me crash my truck…
I’m so disappointed in myself I can’t look at my reflection. I’ve never cheated on anything.
We touch each other’s hands as we reach for the papers.
She daydreams in bed, manifesting you.
After Timothy left my place to catch his flight to the District, I dig out the note Emilian gave me from my backpack.
It was like I walked into her light and felt this immense harmony deep down. Everything was in balance.
With his usual murderous glare, Emilian watches me approach.
I scroll past her photo. I feel ashamed looking at it, like she knows I’m watching.
This is when men’s word spells work the fastest—when I’m melting.
That was her, I swear. I can feel it. Everything happened so fast.
Ooh, it’s on the tip of my tongue…
Lux considers a stranger’s unusual request.
Lux drives to Vegas, ready to have a little fun.