Chapter 24
Lucius
Fuck. Why did I say that?
Now there’s pity in her eyes—and I loathe pity. What’s worse is that I’m lying. I can picture a family pretty well—and she’s in it, but that’s crazy. The three-hour difference between California and Florida must’ve given me the worst case of jetlag in history—one that comes with delusions on top of everything else.
Or, more likely, I’m starting to forget the fartlek is not a real relationship.
I push my plate away, half the delicacies on it unfinished.
Juno regards me with confusion.
I stand up. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.”
Now she gapes at me like lobsters are crawling out of my eyes and puking caviar.
Which makes sense. Even I, far from an expert on manners, know that leaving her here mid-dinner is rude. But it’s better than the a
