a store employee asked. He shook his head, not wanting to draw more attention to himself than need be. Lucas looked at the different plants on the shelf. Was there a certain protocol on what sort of flower to give Taylor? Sergius hadn’t been forthcoming with specific details. A pretty purple flower caught his eye, and he placed it into the cart. He smiled widely, certain that she would like it either way. He made his way to the front of the store and listened to the people around him. It always fascinated him how the people of the town could smile at one another and then talk about each other the moment their backs were turned. Even when he was a tool of the Group, he was still expected to support the other hybrids. All this back-biting and personal politics, what did it get any of these people? He pitied them in a way. An older woman loaded her groceries on the belt as she chatted with a teen girl behind the register. “I’m surprised they do business with them at all,” the old woman said.
What do You think about Lucas: #3 (Luna Lodge: Hunters Of Atlas)?
