Chapter 63: Tradition

Nefretiri

Ivan sits me in his lap, and no one looks surprised or bothered by it.

Luke's house was impressive. A six-bedroom with tall ceilings and a bright, inviting feel. Though I was startled to see the bedroom he kept for Ivan. The subtle smell of paint was still in the room. He'd updated it, so I felt more comfortable. The walls, which Ivan explained had been dark green, were now a light mix of blue and green, and all the outfits Taylor bought me were hanging in the walk-in closet with Ivan's clothes.

The place seemed so big for a guy who lived by himself. So, it wasn't surprising when he told me he expected us to visit often. I could sense that he was lonely. Luke wanted a family of his own.

"No shellfish," Ivan tells Amanda, Luke's Gamma, who made me a plate.

"You're allergic, Luna?" she asked curiously, skipping anything with seafood.

"Yeah."