gave them perspective, but it didn’t do much to help their social skills.
Luca was a seer of a different sort, a late bloomer- if such a thing even existed- and that might have made him dangerous. Of course, the fact that he was son of a bitch sociopath who had spent the formative years of our lives kicking the snot out of me didn’t help anything either.
“I’ll give you a hint,” he nodded. “It’s not what the room is, or even what it was. It’s what it will be, everything that these walls are going to house. And you’ll be there Dead Boy. You’ll have a front row seat for every gut punching minute of it.”
“I don’t care Luca,” I huffed. “Whatever you’ve got to tell me, just say it so I can get my brother back.”
Luca tilted his head and a long white gown- the same gown seers traditionally wear at their presentation ceremonies- appeared on his body. He was really milking this.
“That’s not my name anymore, Dead Boy. I don’t have a name anymore. I’m better than that. I’m more than that now. More than you.”
I moved toward him, fists at my sides and rage trickling its way into my mind. “Is that what this is about? You want to tell me your better than me? You just hate the fact that I’m not some useless afterthought, don’t you?” I raised my hands as if to surrender. “Fine. You’re better than me. You’re better than anybody who’s ever lived. You’re a no named Ghandi. Whatever you want. Just cut the bull and tell me how to wake Sevie up.”
Luca’s blank but devilish eyes bore into me. If I wasn’t so disgusted, I might have wondered what secrets fate was laying out in front of him. But truth be told, I couldn’t have cared less. Fate, for all the times I had called to it, had stripped everything from me. It took away my freedom. It took away my love. And it took away my brother.
And worse than that, maybe worse than anything else, it took away my naivety. I was happy before this, just thankful to be alive when I should have been dead. But then fate, with its cruel hands and wicked ways, twisted everything around. It gave me importance that I never asked for. It gave me a mission with no way of succeeding in it. And it showed me what life really was just in time to snatch it all away from me forever.
So no, I didn’t give a damn what fate was showing him right now.
“You think she’s the only person in the world, don’t you?” He asked, moving around me in a half circle. “You think the sun rises and sets on her plain little head.”
“This isn’t about Cresta,” I started, my body tensing.
“Isn’t it? Isn’t it always about her?” His hands spread out at either side and he moved them through the air, as though there was a scent in the room that he was trying to gather for a particularly big whiff. “I’m here because of what she did to me. You’re here because she lives in the first place. And Sevie, he’s where he is because of her too.”
“The bloodmoon,” I murmured. Cresta had thrown it into the sky in an effort to try and escape. There was no way she could have known the effect it would have on Sevie. There was no way any of us could have known.
“No,” Luca grinned. “Not that. Something else.”
“What?” My brows rose. “What the hell are you talking about? Sevie has…issues. The bloodmoon had a strange-“
“Sevie has more than issues. He has epic truths, and they’ll come to light soon enough. But that doesn’t have anything to do with why he’s in that bed.” Luca nodded at me. “Yes, the bloodmoon would have killed him if it had stayed in the sky much longer. But it didn’t. Cresta saved him.” He glared at me again. “No thanks to your little pep talk, but I won’t tell the Council about that if you don’t.” It was sort of disorienting to see Luca wink at me, half because he had no pupils and half because I know knew that he knew I begged Cresta to leave, going against not only what the Council ordered me