I take a sip of whatever's in Lucien's flask. It burns a bit, but that helps. My cigarette has almost burned down to the filter, so I discard it.
"Are you sure?" I say helplessly to Zann. "I mean... What could - that thing want with a teenage boy?" But I think about the flower Micah made out of fire, and there is fear in my gut.
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Date: 2012-03-15 10:50 am (UTC)"Are you sure?" I say helplessly to Zann. "I mean... What could - that thing want with a teenage boy?" But I think about the flower Micah made out of fire, and there is fear in my gut.