I played a game. The door opened two hours later and Lucian walked in with his black leather bag. He put it on the bed without saying a word. Not even a hello.
I didn’t want to speak to him, afraid of what might escape those lips.
He packed away his clothes in silence as the swirl in my gut twirled, making me feel sick.
I dropped the console as I died in the game and rubbed my face hard.
“How did it feel?” Lucian asked, and my hands fell at my side. I picked up my beer and took a few gulps before putting it hard on the table.
“Blake?” Lucian asked.
“How did what feel?” I barked at him, and he squinted.
“What the fuck is it with you? I told you I won’t do that to you.”
“I’m not deaf, Lu. I heard every fucking thing that happened in her room this weekend. Do you do that often, walk in her room, have deep conversations? Tell me, how many times does my name pop up?”
“Green is not your color.”
“What fucking ever.” I flopped onto my bed and could feel Lucian’s eyes on me as I lit up a cigarette.
Silence lingered, and Lucian sighed. “You want the truth.”
“Be careful what is going to leave your lips.”
He huffed with a smile. “I’m not afraid of you, Blake. It would be easy to sweep her off her feet, because whatever you did to this girl on the other side, did something to her and I don’t mean it positively. She deserves better.”
“You think I don’t know that. I’m fucking stuck here because of Duclin’s fucking order. You want to sweep her off her feet, Lucian?”
“I told you I won’t do that. What don’t you understand? I’m not as selfish as you. You fucked up whatever was between me and Arianna, Blake. Believe me, I wish I can get out of that fucked up arrangement because now I am forced to marry someone I would never trust, never love. I hope you keep your dick in your pants, cause I swear to you, Blake, if you are going to hurt Elena like that, I will do what I have to do.”
My nostrils flared, and before I could stop myself, Lucian’s back slammed into the wall.
He didn’t flinch, but he stared at me.
“Don’t fuck with me. You might be my blood-brother, but that is my rider. I won’t sit on the sidelines and watch her be happy with someone else. You get that.”
He shook his head. “Then keep your dick in your pants.”
I let go of him and walked into the bathroom.
I clutched the side of the basin. My knuckles were white and if this was the other side of the wall, the basin would’ve broken in two.
Calm down, Blake. I took a few deep breaths.
When I got out of the bathroom, I felt better. A good wanking hurt no one. I felt lighter.
Lucian wasn’t in his bed. He was probably whining to one of his buddies.
I flopped on my bed and lit up another cigarette. My Cammy was on my bedside table and I grabbed it, switching it on to listen to songs. I needed to change my thoughts, but I struggled at the moment.
It sucked that I couldn’t even speak to her this weekend, she was right there.
I searched for that song. The band’s name popped on the screen and my eyes scanned through the music they had written. I grazed through the titles and found “Fix You”. I pressed that button and it was the song that she was listening to.
It was a great song, and the thought that this guy being a Moon-Bolt jumped into my mind again.
If he was, he didn’t know it. He could’ve been a Dragonian too, and his ability to see the future was spot on. But seeing her life was disturbing. One of Paegeia’s laws was that we couldn’t find fame on the other side.
