Lulu's p.o.v.
" When the hell did you steal it from me?" He asked with his green eyes turning darker and darker, almost black.
I rub my nose in his blanket and eat up his scent. And he watches me do that as he brings the cigarette up to his lips and takes a drag.
" It's mine," I whisper lowly.
" Uh-huh?" He tips up his face before exhaling, and gray smoke fills the space between us. " Give it back, Lucia."
" I told you it's mine."
I clenched the cold silver lighter tightly under my palm, almost hiding it from his deadly gaze. The name engraved on that lighter scrubbed against my thumb and I couldn't stop myself from asking.
" Who is Rosa?"
I don't know who she is. But the mention of her name changes everything. It changes the air, the pale moonlight and the sweet smell of ga
