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“Wow, my boobs are all the way up near my chin,” she pointed out.
“I’ve got you,” he muttered, moving the camera a few inches to the left. He put his arm around her and rested his cheek against her head again, and this time, she counted to three and then forced a normal-person smile. It was exhausting, but Landon stared at it like she was the whole moon, so she supposed she could try for smiling more often.
“I’m sending this to myself,” he muttered, opening up a text. A few button-pokes later, he handed her the phone back.
She looked at the text. He had uploaded the picture of them, as well as a selfie he must’ve taken quickly, making a silly face with puffed-out cheeks and crossed eyes. Another laugh escaped her.
While he was messing with his phone, she pulled up Alyssa Fuller’s number on her phone. She had most of the inhabitants of Damon’s Mountains in her contacts. She sent Alyssa the picture of them, and texted, He is being nice to me. Send.
A text came back through almost immediately. He made you do this, didn’t he?
With a little giggle, she typed out, It was my idea. Have a good night.
You too. Train him well. Punch him if you need to, that’s what his brothers did.
She snorted and moved to close the text, but a new one came up from someone named Landon Elephant-Dong. Oh my gosh. He must’ve changed his name in her phone.
She would’ve reprimanded him if she didn’t get a glimpse of the pictures he’d just sent.
The first was her behind the bar, pouring shots of whiskey. Her cleavage looked kind of awesome, the sparkles on the green dress were shining on her shoulders, her arms looked toned and tan, and her hair was glossy as her waves cascaded down her shoulders. She wore this soft smile she’d never seen before. Her makeup even looked pretty.
She’d never seen herself like this.
The next two pictures were of her playing pool—bent over the table, face focused, stomach taut, legs toned. She could even see a hint of her triceps.
“No one is prettier or scarier than Lucia Novak,” he said softly from beside her.
“How could I scare you?” she asked. “I don’t even have an animal.”
“You could be human, and you’d still be terrifying to a man like me,” he said mysteriously.
Huh. She would have to think about all of this tonight, when he wasn’t intoxicating her with his presence. Late tonight, she would probably be lying wide awake in her bed replaying every word they exchanged, and probably convincing herself she was awkward and he didn’t like her after tonight because of her weirdness. It was her greatest talent.
The Fullers might be best at drinking, cussing, and bleeding, but she, Lucia Novak, was exceptional at overthinking.
She honestly didn’t know which one was worse.
“That picture of me looks like a professional took it,” she pointed out. But as he parted his lips to respond, he suddenly turned to the door and froze.
Her instincts prickled, and she followed his gaze. Dipshit was back with his friend. Great.
“I had a vision you speared that guy in the chest,” she admitted. “You would go to shifter prison. Not even Damon could get you out of that.”
“I thought about it,” he said, his narrowed, lightened eyes tracking the group of men approaching them. “But then you put the leash on.”
“What leash?”
“Don’t you know?” he asked, dragging impossibly silver eyes to her. “You apparently have the power to control me. Wait here, I’m going to take them outside.”
“Wait, what? I can’t control anyone.”
“Ahhh, Ms. Novak, you haven’t been paying attention.” He walked backward and held out his empty hands. “I don’t have the pool stick anymore, I can’t spear him. You stopped it. Your dad has the sight, but you…you have the sight and the ability to change the future.”
Chills rippled up her arms as his words sank in. Had she…had she controlled that? No. Landon didn’t know what he was talking about. Right? He was a stupid Fuller. He was a stupid boy. But…but what if? Had she changed the trajectory of Landon’s future? Or would he go outside and hurt those humans badly enough in another way that he would still end up in the same place—shifter prison? Had she stopped anything?
Lucia’s head was swimming with chaos as she made her way through the crowd toward the front door. Landon was going to fight all of them. She knew he would, not because of some vision, but because she was beginning to understand him—where he came from, and his bloodline. Clinton Fuller had never backed down, and to her memory, none of his sons ever had either.
There was yelling at the mouth of the bar now. She could see the back of Landon’s shoulders as he surged through the doorway, trailing a line of clamoring, yelling men behind him.
