Chapter 65
Luca POV
“Celeste,” I say and she gives me a knowing smile. She seems to have captivated Lia or maybe she is usually smitten by old people.
“Isn’t she our Luna?” she asks.
I glare at her, and she returns it with a smile. She was there when I swore to Dean that I would take everything that gave him happiness and I guess she is mistaking my vow on the date, but it is far from that. I want to spend time with Lia and make her more happy.
“Yes,” I nod. Daring her to speak one more word. But she presses her lips into a tight line.
“I see” She nods and shows us inside. By the time we enter, the place is almost empty.
My eyes scan the place immediately. Wow! The place has changed since I last visited here. I hate visiting this place because it reminds me of Jenny, my mate. I met her here; she broke my trust here, and I was here reminiscing our memory when I got the call that my cousin and my best friend who was Lorenzo killed her.
Although Lorenzo did not kill her, he played a role in her death. Lia let go of my hand and rushed towards a solar eclipse painting hanging on the wall.
She turns to me, her eyes lit with excitement. “Luca, come and see this photo,” she calls out.
I shove my hand into my pocket shake whatever memory I had about Jenny and walk towards Lia. Lia is the future and she will always be the future.
Her hand caresses the photos with a smile. Just the same way Jenny always caressed hers. “It’s so beautiful,” she said, her voice filled with awe. I have never understood what girls love about painting. It was boring. I preferred the sculpture to the painting because it felt realistic, not abstract. Perhaps that was why I enjoyed sculpting to painting. It assures me that it is always there and not a fallacy to me.
“Beautiful right?” An icy voice asks from behind me. I flinch to see Celeste standing beside me. Lia's attention is still focused on the painting.
I groan in frustration as I try to hide the annoyance that is going up within me. “What are you doing here? I whisper to her, making sure not to distract Lia, whose entire attention is focused on the paintings, “What are you doing here?””
“Annoying, don’t you think? It seems the moon goddess has a way of punishing you. All your mates have a thing for painting. She is not even bothered about seeing the sculpture. They are so different for you and I would tell from experience. People who have different desires and love different things never end up together,” she says.
I shoot her a burning glare. This old woman always pisses me off. I take a step to meet her, but she grabs me by my arms, drawing me back to my former position.
“You have a brother”, she says.,”
My eyes widen and it says,” On her face.” A what?” I ask with disbelief.
“A hybrid brother,” she says. My eyes threatened to fall from my eye socket. I furrow my eyebrows. The air seems too thick to breathe, says in for a while.
She taps my shoulders. “Witches know everything. We are on your side,” she says and walks away. I stared at her, so she was a witch. No wonder she always behaved like a creep.
“Luca!” Lia calls me, bringing my attention back to her. She has a small sculpture in her hands. Her face brightens with a smile.
“Look what I found. It’s an incredible sculpture, it brightens,” she says, caressing it. I listen to her explanation with rapt attention.
Should I tell her I am the one who did it? No. She would ask me so many questions and I really do not have any answer to them. So I just let her explain.
She snaps her finger before my eyes, making me blink. “you haven’t been listening to me. Have you?” She asks.
I nod. “Of course, lia. You have been analyzing the whole sculpture,” I said my voice laced with amusement.
I never knew you had a thing for sculptures”
“I do. I have a thing for art although I prefer drawing. It’s a gift passed by my mother. That is the only thing I took from her.” she says, her voice sounding distant.
My heart tightens with pain. We both shared equal losses. We both lost our mother. The only difference was that I grew up to know my father. She never did.
“Wow, I never knew you could draw perhaps you could draw me too. While I am naked,” I whispered into her ear as I encircled my arms around her waist.
She looks at me in disbelief. “Luca! We are in the museum!”
“I never said you should draw me here. Maybe when we get to the palace. In fact,” no sex till you draw me”
A light chuckle escapes from her lips as she says, “You are going to be sex starved if you embark on a no painting, no sex policy,” and leans into my chest.
“Why? Am I not sexy enough?” I ask.
She bends her head to her finger, a thing I notice she does when she is nervous. “I don’t like drawing that much. I don’t think I am good enough,” she says and walks out of my arms.
She moves inside to the place where they keep delicate sculptures. My breath seizes as I stare at the beautiful sculptures.
I give into my desire and take one of them, caressing them. I wonder if I would still come alive if I started sculpting again.
“I enrolled for a class. You know, a drawing class, but all I could think about was my mum. She would have thought of me if she were alive. To make it worse, the teacher told me she knew my mother, ” she said, her voice filled with pain.
“I stopped drawing but I would give it a try when we get home,” a smile caresses my lips at the idea.
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