imagery. Forget I thought of that. I caught sight of Lucian staring at me in apparent fascination. “What?” I blurted out.
Lucian recovered himself. “Moving is simply out of the question.”
I gritted my teeth. “But I can’t stand it here.”
Lucian drawled, “If you think throwing a tantrum will get you somewhere, think again.”
My hold on my fork tightened, annoyed enough to seriously consider flipping a slice of pancake at his face.
“Don’t even think of it.”
I jerked in surprise, my eyes flying to him in guilt. “Excuse me?”
“Your face is an open book,” Lucian clarified, his tone cutting. “I can easily see what you’re thinking, and I’m telling you now, stop acting like a kid.”
Dyvian studied me intently. “She gave herself away that much?”
“Apparently,” I muttered, sulking but letting go of the fork. Why did Lucian always insist on treating me like a kid? Well, okay, I knew the answer to that, too. Lucian treated me like a kid because I tended to act like a kid, but couldn’t he just pretend? Boys back home did and happily, too.
I shot him a dirty look, which he didn’t even seem to notice. “But I’m just not happy and if you’re heartless enough to—”
“Delilah.”
“What?” I growled, never happy to be interrupted when I was in drama mode.
“We can’t leave Sanger, mostly for safety reasons. I will explain all that to you in time, but for now you should trust me regarding this matter.” One eyebrow lifted, asking for confirmation.
I gave him a reluctant nod. Lucian might be overbearing most of the time, but bottom line, he was devoted to keeping us all alive. If he said Sanger was the safe place to be, then it was.
Lucian spoke again. “But if there is anything else I can do to make your new life more bearable…”
A compromise. I never imagined Lucian would be willing to do that. “Let me think about it,” I exclaimed.
A wicked smile suddenly slashed Lucian’s lips, making him even more unbearably attractive. At once, my tummy felt like it had all the pancakes it could take, creating a weird queasy sensation that was good and bad at the same time. I also started wondering like crazy what it would feel like to kiss those lips. Oh, God . Those were crazy thoughts, indeed. I looked away hastily.
“Deli?”
“Mmm?” Must stare at my plate. Must stare or die trying. Can’t think of his lips. Just can’t think.
“You must tell me what you want before you leave the table.”
My head flew up in shock, the unknown taste of his kisses all but forgotten. “That’s unfair.” That seemed to be the story of my life, lately. “You know I don’t think that fast.” Unlike other people, I was smart enough to admit the fact that I wasn’t a genius and probably never would be. I just thought it was dumb to pretend something you’re not, you know?
Dyvian settled back on his seat, looking at us with great interest.
“Take it or leave it,” Lucian warned.
Unfair . But I was already considering my options. Okay, brain cells, work with me here. I let you guys rest for long periods of time each day so you owe me this.
Willing myself to relax, I recited the facts in my mind.
We couldn’t leave Sanger.
We were Evren.
I wanted to have a normal life.
All of it pointed to one direction.
Lucian appeared disconcerted, but I was feeling too giddy to wonder about that. “I have it now.”
“Deli—”
Uh-oh . I didn’t like the sound of that. I said quickly, “I want to go to school.”
Dyvian and I waited for Lucian to kick up a fuss or make a flat-out rejection but he did none of those. Instead, he became eerily quiet, like he was thinking so hard he was in another dimension. I mean no offense to Dyvian and myself when I say that both of us could never do that. Dyvian and I were kindred souls. We were people of action—act now, think much, much