I gaped at him through my bedroom window in a state of suspended disbelief. This had to be a weird dream, one induced by psychotic Luxen and weird Internet searches.
Luc lifted a hand. “I brought you a Coke. A nice, fresh Coke.” And he had. He was holding a red-and-white can in his hand. “Not a Pepsi.”
My heart sped up. What in the world?
Luc waited, his face lit only by the moonlight. Mom was going to flip out if she came home and caught him here. Wait. Was I seriously considering letting him in?
I was.
Which meant I’d officially taken a left turn into Baddecisionville, population: Evie. Cursing under my breath, I unlatched the window and shoved it open since I hadn’t set the house alarm yet. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I like to think I was never in my mind,” he replied. “Can I come in?”
I stepped back and extended an arm. “You’re already up here.”
A wide smile broke out across his face and then he came through the window, landing gracefully and silently. I, on the other hand, would’ve fallen right through the window, likely face-first. He straightened, offering the Coke. “I’m a very special delivery boy.”
I took the can of soda, careful that our hands didn’t touch. “Yeah . . .”
Standing as close as we were, it was hard not to acknowledge how tall he was, how he seemed to take over. My room wasn’t small, but with Luc in it, the space didn’t feel big enough. His presence overwhelmed the room as he turned in a slow circle.
Thank the Lord I was wearing a pair of leggings and a super-baggy shirt, because I was amazingly braless at the moment.
He plucked up my left hand and lifted my arm. “How is it feeling?”
“Almost perfect.” I slipped my hand free and stepped back. “I know you said not to thank you, but thank you for . . . fixing my arm.”
Luc didn’t say anything for a long moment. “It could’ve been worse.”
Knowing that was true, I folded my arms across my stomach.
“He hurt you because of your . . . association with me,” he continued, his eyes churning restlessly. “He will pay dearly for that.”
I was chilled by his words; I knew that was a promise.
Luc turned and walked away.
“What are you doing?” I whispered as he headed to his left, running his fingers over the spines of the books haphazardly stacked on the built-in shelves next to my dresser and TV. “If my mom catches you here, she will shoot you. Like legit whip a gun out of a pillowcase and shoot you.”
He grinned. “She would.”
My mouth dropped open as I threw up my hands. “And that doesn’t concern you?”
“Not really.” He pulled an old, tattered book off the shelf. His brows rose as he read the title. “Claimed by the Viking?”
“Shut up.” I stalked over to him and snatched the book out of his hand. I put it back on the shelf. “My mom is—”
“If you were so worried about your mom, you probably shouldn’t have let me inside.” Luc picked up another book, this time a thin hardcover on photography. He quickly grew bored with that, and placed it back. “But alas, your mom isn’t home.”
“How do you know that?” I followed him as he moseyed on past my dresser and to my cluttered desk.
“I’m omniscient.” Luc touched—touched everything. The pens and highlighters, the heavy five-subject notebooks stacked on top of one another. He picked up the hot-pink miniature stapler, clicked it once, and then put it back. His long fingers drifted over loose papers.
“Oh, come on.”
“She’s been working really late, hasn’t she?”
“Yeah, it’s not at all creepy that you know that.”
He chuckled as he looked over his shoulder at me. “Maybe your momma isn’t working late. Maybe she’s hooking up with someone.”
“Ew. No way is she—” I stopped myself, not wanting to even think about my mom hooking up with someone.
“She has needs too, you know.” He refocused on my desk, picking up my world history textbook.
I shot him a death glare. “Please stop talking about her like that. It really weirds me out.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned in, squinting at the photos.
My heart sped up for no good reason. I stayed where I was, plastered against the wall, near the window. “How did you even get up here?”
“I ran and then jumped.” He touched a Halloween photo from last year. It was Heidi and Zoe at James’s house. They were dressed as Jokers—green hair and purple suit. I’d gone as Harley—old-school Harley Quinn. Finding the perfect jester suit had not been easy. It also hadn’t been that flattering, which was why all pictures of me from that night had been burned. “I’m skilled like that.”
I rolled my eyes.
He chuckled, and the sound was . . . annoyingly nice. “All these photos and none of you as a kid. None of your mommy and daddy?”
“That’s not strange. We didn’t get a chance to grab the photo albums after the invasion. All that stuff was left behind.”
“Every single picture?” He turned to me. A moment passed. “Where were you when the invasion happened and what were you doing?”
I thought that was kind of a weird question, but I answered it anyway. “I was at home. It was early in the morning and I was asleep. Mom woke me up and told me we had to leave.”
“And?”
“It’s all . . . kind of blur. We left when it was still dark outside.” The details from that day had faded over time, and I thought a lot of it had to do with the fear and panic that had crowded the events. “We moved to a location in Pennsylvania and stayed there until it was safe.”
After a long moment, Luc looked away.
“What about you?” I asked.
“I was in Idaho.”
“Idaho? That’s . . . unexpected.”
“Do you know there’s actually a theory where people believe that Idaho doesn’t exist?”
“For real?”
“For reals. It’s a conspiracy theory. Something like government mind control. Not that the government doesn’t have the power and methods to pull something like that off, but I can one hundred percent confirm that Idaho is a state.”
“All righty then.” Curiosity was getting the best of me even though I should have been demanding that he leave. “Were you alone when it happened?”
He shook his head. “I was with people I knew.”
“Friends?”
A strange, wistful smile appeared. “Depends on the day.”
Oookay.
“You actually met two of them briefly.”
I thought about that for a moment. “Daemon and Archer?”
He nodded. “They got back tonight. I’m sure you’ll be seeing them again.” He glanced over at me. “Is there a reason why you’ve attached yourself to the wall?” he asked, those striking eyes shooting to mine. “I don’t bite.”
A warm flush splashed across my cheeks. “Why are you here, Luc?”
“Because I wanted to see you.” He backed up and then sat on my bed, his gaze never leaving me.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I said dryly.
“Already did.”
My eyes narrowed. “You . . . you shouldn’t be here.”
His lashes lowered. “You’re right. More so than you even know.” Before I could question what the heck that meant, he said, “I wanted to talk to you about what happened today.”
I peeled myself off the wall and inched my way to the bed. “Talk.”
A wry grin appeared as he rubbed a hand along his chest, above his heart. “Connor didn’t find the Origin who attacked you, but he did give the same description that you gave me, and even though it’s impossible, what that Origin said to you reminded me of one I once knew.”
I sat on the bed, keeping a healthy distance between us. “Once knew?”
He nodded as he dropped his hand. “There’s something I feel like I need to tell you.” He bit down on his lower lip. “I probably shouldn’t, but I think you need to know this. It’s not something Grayson or Kent knows. Or Emery, who you’ve figured out by now is a Luxen.”
“Yeah, I’ve figured that out.” I picked up the Coke he brought and popped the tab. “What do you have to tell me?”
His shoulders stiffened. “When I said there weren’t many Origins left, I know this because . . . I’m the reason.”
“What? How?”
Luc’s gaze slowly lifted to mine. “Because I . . . I killed most of them.”
My lips parted on a sharp inhale. “I . . .”
“You don’t know what to say? Most wouldn’t.” He rose from the bed. “When I told you that I was created in a lab, that all Origins were, it wasn’t an exaggeration. We were engineered from embryo to adulthood. It took the Daedalus countless batches to perfect what they were designing, and even then, they weren’t satisfied. They continued doing experiments, changing the serums and injections. Most of us don’t even know what was given to us.”
The horror from when he first told me about the Origin resurfaced. I watched him walk to the window he’d climbed through.
“Only a very small percentage of Origins were considered stable.” He pulled the curtain back, and moonlight peeked in, slicing across his cheekbones. “Some didn’t make it to their first year. Others lasted longer before whatever was given to them went bad. And there were some who were extremely violent, dangerous to everyone and everything around them, and they were . . . they were put down in the labs, usually through lethal injection.”
“Dear God.” I set my soda aside and pulled my legs up onto the bed. “Luc, I’m—”
“That’s not the worst part.” There was a quick twist of his lips as he let the curtain go. “There was a new batch of Origins, ones who the Daedalus were particularly excited about. I learned of them right before the invasion. There were being kept in a facility in New Mexico, and after the Daedalus collapsed, I freed them. I freed them, because I knew if I didn’t, they would either be terminated or shipped off to someplace else.”
Luc turned to me. “You see, I thought I was doing the right thing. I brought them all to a place where I believed they would be safe. They were young, Peaches. No more than five years old.”
My heart squeezed. I had a feeling this was going somewhere very bad.
“I left them with people I trusted, people I knew would take care of them because I couldn’t stay. I had other things I had to take care of, and those people did take care of them. They tried.” Luc walked back toward the bed. “Except those kids . . . I should’ve left them in the lab.”
“What happened, Luc?”
A muscle flexed along his jaw. “It started with small things—things that would be normal dealing with any child. They’d want something and when they couldn’t have it, they’d throw tantrums. Except their tantrums resulted in houses catching on fire and people getting thrown into walls.”
My eyes widened.
“I don’t know why I thought of them as normal kids. Origins are highly intelligent, and I am not saying that to pat myself on the back. Even at five years old, they could outsmart any adult. They could plot and work together to get what they wanted, whether it was a bowl of ice cream or to stay up late. The people I left them with realized quickly that socializing them was going to be issue, especially when their intelligence became manipulation and their manipulation became violence.”
Luc sat down, closer than before. Close enough that I caught the outdoorsy scent, the mix of pine and burning leaves. “Two of them attacked someone—someone who cared for them all—because she wouldn’t let them have an extra cookie. A cookie, Peaches. They threw her through a third-story window over a cookie.”
Stunned, I stayed quiet and listened.
“She was okay in the end, but only because she’s a hybrid—you know, a human who has been mutated. If she hadn’t been, they would’ve killed her. That was when I went back.” He paused. “I thought I could, I don’t know, change them, because there was one of them who was . . . stable. I thought he was a good sign, and that since they were like me, I could instill patience in them, and empathy and, you know, basic humanity. I didn’t want to accept that it was hopeless. I couldn’t.” A harsh laugh parted his lips. “If anything, my presence made it worse. It was like putting two beta fishes in front of each other. Nothing I did worked. Separating them. Punishing them. Rewarding them. I couldn’t lock them up. They were way too smart and powerful for that.”
I remembered what he’d said about being a realist before. That some people were lost causes, and I was thinking I was about to find out why he believed that.
Luc’s features sharpened like a blade. “Then they attacked again, and this time, they killed someone. A Luxen, and they couldn’t be with the people I left them with. Then they came at me, all of them except one. They sure as hell couldn’t be out in society, running amuck. As much as I hated it, I realized that freeing them had been a big mistake.”
He put his hand on the bed beside my bare feet and leaned in. “I had to take care of them, Peaches.” Slowly, he lifted his gaze to mine, and I sucked in an unsteady breath. “Do you understand what that means?”
Stomach churning, I wanted to look away, but I didn’t. “I think I do. You had to . . . terminate them?”
Pain filled those beautiful eyes. “I did, and it was possibly the worse thing I’d ever had to do. I had no choice, Peaches. They were hurting people. They were killing, and they were only children. I couldn’t fathom what they would become as they grew older.”
I slowly shook my head. “That’s . . . Luc, I don’t want to say. I really don’t.”
He held my gaze for a long moment and then looked away. “Daemon and Archer were two of the people I left them with.” His jaw worked as his gaze trekked over the corkboard of pictures. “It was Daemon’s wife who had been thrown through the window. It was one of their friends who was killed. They knew what I’d done. It’s . . . it’s one of the reasons why I haven’t gone back to see them since then. I don’t like being reminded of all that.”
I remembered Daemon asking about why Luc hadn’t visited, and of course, Luc had given some vague-as-hell answer. Now I understood why. How could he have explained that to me before?
How was he able to do it now?
“The one who I thought was okay? He . . . he got away. His name was Micah.” A wry twist pulled at his lip. “That kid was like a brother to me. No idea where he is now. It’s probably a good thing, but what that Origin said to you today reminded me of Micah. He was always trying to get people to play with him. He was just in desperate need for attention or something.”
My brows knitted. “The Origin I saw today was a teen.”
“I know. It can’t be Micah. He’d only be about ten now, but it’s obviously an Origin who knows what I did. Perhaps one who has come across Micah or something, but I . . . I’m not surprised. When Chas was attacked, I knew it had to be an Origin to get the upper hand on him. I think that’s why he tried to warn you away.”
Holy crap . . .
“And I began to suspect that one was around. We can sense one another, but that isn’t always perfect, especially when other Origins are around.”
“Like Archer?”
He was still for a moment and nodded. “I didn’t think what happened to the girls had anything to do with what happened to Chas. Not at first, but when I saw you in the park, I sensed an Origin.”
I stilled. Probably even stopped breathing.
“From there, I tried to keep an eye on you. If not me, then Grayson.” He didn’t look at me. “Or Emery. I know you probably hate hearing that, but I was worried whoever was around was going to come after you. I was right, and obviously I didn’t do a good enough job at keeping an eye on you. He still got to you. More than once.”
I didn’t even know what to think as I stared at the hard cut of his profile. He’d been watching me? Had people watching me? Part of me wanted to be pissed off. A huge part, because that was just freaking creepy. “Did you guys set off the motion detector before?”
He raised a brow as he glanced over at me. “I didn’t, but I’m pretty sure Grayson did.”
“So, that’s why you’ve been hanging out with me? The same reason Emery and Heidi—”
“No, that is not the reason why I’ve been hanging out with you.” His gaze met mine. “I could keep watch and you’d never know I was there.”
“Well, that’s creepy.”
“You’re mad.”
“I’m—I don’t know. I mean, yeah. I think anyone would be freaked out by the idea that people have been watching over them.”
“But?”
“But I kind of get it. Okay. I do get it. It’s still creepy.” I looked away. “But I also may be a target of a psychotic Origin, so there’s that.”
“There is that.”
A long moment passed before I spoke again. “Do you think he’s out for revenge?”
“I think its something like that. I think now he’s just messing with me.”
“Why? If he hates you because of what you had to do with the other Origins, then why doesn’t he come for you?” I asked. “Why go after other people?”
“Like I said, to mess with me.” His throat worked on a swallow. “I think with high levels of intelligences also comes the high level of sociopathic tendencies. Sometimes I think with each batch of Origin, they were getting closer and closer to creating the perfect serial killer and not human.”
I gaped at him. “Wow.”
He slid a look at me. “Anyway, I brought you something. A gift.”
My brows rose as he shifted and reached into his pocket, pulling out an object that was small and black, and kind of reminded me of the pedi thing I used in the shower.
“Wait. Is that a Taser?”
“It’s a stun gun.”
I frowned as I resisted making grabby fingers at it. “Aren’t they the same thing?”
“Actually, no. A Taser can be used from a distance and close contact. A stun gun only works at close contact. Kind of surprised not every human is outfitted with one of these.” He lifted a shoulder. “Cartridges are inside, and its ready to be used. All you have to do is press this against the skin and hit the button,” he explained. “It will take a human down for a bit, but it will incapacitate a Luxen, hybrid, or Origin for a couple of minutes, if not longer if they’re weakened or wounded.” He offered it to me. “Use it wisely.”
“As in not against you?” I took it, surprised by how lightweight it felt.
Luc smirked. “See that button? When you slide it up, the light will turn red. That means it’s ready to go. Then you just push the button.”
Because I had to, I did just that. The little light flipped red and then I pushed down. Electricity crackled between the prongs. “Cool.”
Luc was leaning back, nodding slowly.
Grinning, I placed it on the nightstand. “Thank you.”
One shoulder lifted. “I don’t plan for you ever to have to use it. Until we find the Origin who came after you today, you’re going to be stuck with one of us.”
“But—”
“That’s not up for discussion, Peaches.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. “How can you always be watching me? That’s not even feasible.”
A faint smile curved up his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m not going to let him hurt you again.”
“Why?”
He blinked. “You’re asking me why?”
“Yeah, why do you care? I mean, you barely know me, Luc. Why do you—”
“Not want to see you hurt or dead? Gee, I don’t know. Maybe because I’m a decent Origin?”
“So, you protect all helpless humans you come across?”
“Not all of them,” he said slowly. “Only the special ones.”
“Luc.”
He sighed as his gaze returned to the pictures. “Only you would ask a question like that.”
“Only you would answer the question all evasively,” I shot back
“Because I know how much you love it,” he replied. “I know the sight of me probably disgusts you at this point, but you’re going to have to deal with me being around for a little longer, like it or not.”
“Wait. What? Why would you say that?” I asked, genuinely confused. “That you would disgust me?”
“I don’t?” His gaze inched back to mine. “I just told you that I killed a bunch—”
“I know what you told me,” I cut in, not wanting him to have to say those words again. “And I don’t want to say to that. The only thing I can think of is that it’s not fair that those kids were raised to become something like that. It’s not fair that people who tried to take care of them turned into victims. And it’s sure as hell not fair that you had to be put in a situation where you had to do something like that.”
Surprise widened his eyes. “You really think that? That I had to do that?”
“What else could you have done, Luc? I wasn’t there. I didn’t know these kids, and I . . . don’t know you all that well, but I think I know you would’ve done that only when it was your last option.”
“It was.” His voice was low. Hoarse.
“I’m sorry.” When he opened his mouth to speak again, I rushed on. “I’m sorry for all of you. For those kids and for you—I’m just sorry, and . . .” Anger flowed over me in a powerful wave. “And I hate that my mother—and my father—had a role in this. You have no idea how hard it is for me not to say something to my mom. I have so many things I want to say to her.”
Luc was quiet, oddly so.
Wanting to offer some level of comfort, I reached out. I hesitated with my hand a few inches from him, but then I placed my hand on his upper arm. Luc jerked as if my touch had scalded him, but he didn’t pull away. “I don’t know what you must be feeling or felt when you had to do that.”
He folded his hand over mine. “Someone who obviously has a problem with me broke your arm today, and you’re wanting to make me feel better?”
I lifted a shoulder as I slipped my hand out from under his. “I guess so.”
Luc opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then he looked away.
I followed his gaze. Something occurred to me. “You never had any of that, did you?”
“Had what?”
I leaned a little closer to him. “Friends you went to parties with. Dressing up for Halloween. Sleeping in for no reason. Changing your Facebook profile pic three times in an hour just because you could? Pictures? Memories?”
“Memories? I have memories. Some of them are . . . actually beautiful,” he confessed. “Those memories came after my time with the Daedalus.”
At once, I knew who he was talking about. “Your friend? What was her name? Nadia?”
His shoulders tensed.
“You miss her, don’t you?”
Luc laughed, but it was without humor. “With every single breath I take.”
Wow. My heart squeezed in my chest as curiosity filled me. “Were you two together?” The question sounded ridiculous, because if my father was involved in her death, that had to be more than four years ago. Luc would’ve only been fourteen and she would’ve been thirteen. Then again, I’d seen some super-intimate young ’uns before.
“Like, together?” He laughed again, and once more, there was little softness to the sound. “I never would’ve been that lucky.”
Aww. My shoulders slumped. That was sweet and kind of sad, all things considered. “Did you . . .” Wondering if I was pushing too hard, I dampened my lips. “Did you love her, Luc?”
His eyes closed, and that beautiful face was stricken. Utterly broken wide open as he reopened his eyes and said, “With every breath I take.”
The knot in my throat expanded, and I suddenly wanted to cry. He said take and not took. Even though she was gone, he was still in love with her. That was beautiful in the way only heartbreak could be.
Luc turned away from my pictures. Shadows clung to his gaze. “None of that matters now. You can’t go back. The past is the past. Nadia is . . . She’s gone. And so is the Daedalus, and soon there will be one less Origin to deal with.”
Pressure clamped down on my chest. “And it has to be you?”
“It has to be.” He let his head fall back. “Sometimes I wonder if everything we went through changed anything in the long run.”
“What do you mean?”
Luc didn’t answer, but he didn’t move back, either. Our faces were only several inches apart. Neither of us said anything.
A long moment passed, and I pulled back, running my hands down my face. Leaning against the headboard, I yawned. “My brain feels like it’s going to implode.”
“We wouldn’t want that to happen. It would be messy.”
I peeked over the tips of my fingers. “So, what are we going to do?”
He smoothed his hand over the comforter. “‘We’?”
“About psycho Origin guy?”
Drawing his bottom lip in between his teeth, he grinned a little. “We aren’t going to do anything. I will find him. I will take care of it.”
“And I’m just supposed to sit around and twiddle my thumbs?”
“Yeah.” He paused, his hand stilling. “Or you could sit around and read a book about Vikings claiming some fair maiden.”
“Shut up,” I grumbled. “I have to do something, Luc.”
He lay down on his back, resting his hands on his stomach. “What can you do, Peaches? Not trying to be jerk, but you can’t fight an Origin. You’re . . . you’re damn lucky you’re sitting here.”
My stomach took a tumble. “I know that, but there has to be something.”
He turned his head toward me. “That’s why you have the Taser. Just in case. But other than that, you’re going to stay as safe as possible.”
My eyes narrowed even as my heart started to kick around in my chest as the fear began to take hold again. I didn’t want to think about that Origin, even though I had to.
One side of his lips tipped up. “Deal with it.”
“You’re annoying.”
“It’s a special talent of mine.”
I cleared my throat as I peeked over at him. He was watching me from his super-comfy position on my bed. “So, the whole not glowing thing? Is that something I should be worried about?”
A shadow flickered over Luc’s face. “Honestly?”
My stomach dipped. “Honestly.”
“I don’t know. You’re human. You should have a trace.” He shifted onto his side, propping his chin up with his fist. “Maybe you’re an angel.”
I blinked. “Come again?”
His grin crept across his face. “Because it’s like you fell from heaven.”
The tips of my ears burned. “Did you . . . seriously just say that out loud?”
“I did.” He chuckled. “And I have more.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Get ready for them. No woman or man can resist these,” he said, biting down on that lip. A moment passed. “Life without you is like a broken pencil. Pointless.”
I had no words.
“Struck speechless. Can’t blame you. How about this one? Good thing I have my library card, because I’m so checking you out.”
“Oh my God.” I laughed. “That’s terrible.”
“As bad as this? You know what’s on the menu?”
A smile tugged at my lips. “What?”
“Me ’n’ u,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes.
“Did you just come out of the oven?” he asked.
“Oh God.”
“Because you’re hot.”
“Please stop.”
“Well, here I am. What are you other two wishes?” he replied.
I shook my head.
“I’m lost.”
“Yeah, you are,” I muttered.
He flicked my calf. “Can you give me directions to your heart?”
I shot him a withering look.
“You remind me of peaches. Sweet—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” I held up my hand. “I think it’s time that you leave.”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“Because you’ve swept me off my feet.”
Letting out a reluctant laugh, I nudged his leg with my foot. I knew what he was doing. Distracting me from thinking things that were likely going to haunt my sleep tonight. “You seriously need to leave before I staple your mouth shut.”
“Okay. I’ll stop, but I’m staying until your mom gets home. Deal with it.”
I started to protest, but then I thought about Heidi and Emery. Anxiety buzzed under my skin. “You think that guy is going to come here?”
“I don’t want to take the chance.” His eyes met mine. “I shouldn’t have taken the chance in the first place. I’m not doing it again.”
“If my mom catches you here—”
“I’ll be gone the moment she walks into this house,” he assured me. “She won’t even know I’m here.”
“I have the Taser,” I reminded him, nodding at the nightstand.
“I know, but I’m really hoping to prevent you from having to use it.”
Letting Luc stay here wasn’t particularly wise, but neither was ignoring a credible threat, and truth was, I . . . I really didn’t want him to leave. Especially since that guy had gotten in here twice.
The fear I’d been trying to suppress all evening tore through me once more. My next breath went nowhere. Keep it together. I was safe. For now. And I could deal with this. After all, I’d dealt with the invasion. I’d survived that.
Luc’s hand curved over mine, causing me to jerk. My eyes flew to his. “You know,” he said, his gaze searching mine, “it’s okay to be afraid.”
A knot formed in the back of my throat. “Is it, really?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know.” I lifted a shoulder. “Being afraid clouds your thinking. It gets in the way. It makes you weak.”
“Sometimes. And sometimes it clears your thoughts and makes you stronger and quicker.” His fingers slipped under mine and then he was holding my hand.
Flutters picked up in my chest, like a nest of butterflies stirring. I tried to stamp down the feeling, but it was there. I averted my gaze.
“Okay,” I said finally.
Luc let go of me, then sat up and extended his hand. The TV remote flew from the desk to his palm. I really wished I had that talent.
I stayed quiet as Luc got himself situated, which somehow ended up with us shoulder to shoulder at the head of the bed. He turned on the TV. “I wonder if there are any Arnold Schwarzenegger movies on.”
Slowly, I turned my head to him.
“What?” he asked.
“That’s random.”
“He’s just so quotable,” he reasoned, flipping through the channels.
I really couldn’t respond to that and I really couldn’t believe I was sitting here, next to Luc in bed while he searched for old Arnold Schwarzenegger movies.
Life was strange.
And I had a feeling it was about to get stranger.