Chapter 23
Juno
Lucius stares at me with an expression that’s hard to puzzle out.
Is he regretting the nice gesture already? Or his earlier compliments? Or is that his constipated face?
“I need to check some work emails,” he says, his tone gruff.
“Sure.” Have I done something to offend him, or is he simply being his regular asshole self?
He pulls out his phone, so I take out my CD player and start my audiobook. At some point, I catch him looking at my device with derision.
Ah, that’s right. Slightly dated technology annoys him.
I should’ve brought a steam engine.
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“This is wonderful,” I say as we enter the lush Butterfly Rainforest exhibit.
The brochure promised a thousand butterflies and moths of over fifty species, and the flying insects do not disappoint.
I’ve even forg
