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seem bothered by the gaping chasm hacked into his palm or the river of blood gushing all over our floor. Instead, he was focused on me. I saw him watching through the curtain of my hair as I cleaned his hand, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from telling him to look away. The scrutiny made me squirmy. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was technically-maybe-sort of one of the bad guys, or because he was so damn hot.
    I was about to start wrapping the wound when he tilted his head to the side, eyes faraway, and asked, “Who is Damien?”
    The question took me off guard, and I stepped back, dropping his hand and almost tripping on my own two feet. “What?”
    “Klaire was yelling at someone named Damien.”
    Impossible. That was totally impossible. There was no way he was here without me knowing. I took another step back and folded my arms. “There wasn’t any yelling.”
    “She was yelling at him in her dream.”
    Her dream? I had no idea what to say to that. It made more sense, but was a little creepy. “So, you can spy on people’s dreams? Is that what you’re saying?”
    His hands flew up in defense. Tiny flecks of blood flicked out and splattered against the wall. “Not on purpose.”
    “Not on purpose? What the heck is that supposed to mean? How do you accidentally invade someone’s privacy like that?”
    “I can see the focus of someone’s anger.”
    “See? Like a vision or something?”
    He shook his head. “ See is the wrong word. It’s like a whisper in my head. A feeling. It’s the thing I feed on.”
    Yeah. That wasn’t too creeptastic. “Thing you feed on?”
    “The thing inside me. Wrath, remember ?” He rolled his eyes. “It feeds off anger.”
    I bit back a smile. Cute and sarcastic—if I had a type, Lukas would be it. Too bad he was kind of annoying, and more importantly, one of the Seven Deadly Sins… I glanced over at the DVD player. Two a.m. Fantastic. I was going to be one cranky kid come morning. Might as well make the most of it and see what I could find out.
    Sinking onto the couch, I tucked my feet up and gestured toward the ceiling. “So you go around spreading your mojo and, what, feed?”
    “This is hard to explain.”
    “So let’s simplify. You spit pissy beams and then suck down the resulting anger orgy?”
    His mouth fell open, and for a moment, I thought he might yell at me. His right eyebrow twitched and his mouth hung open in surprise. Taking a deep breath, he finally said, “I don’t spit anything, and I’m not sure what pissy beams are, but I’m fairly sure I don’t do them.”
    I leaned back and tried to hide a smile. The hotness factor went through the roof when he got angry. Definitely something to take note of. “Okay. Fair enough.”
    He held my gaze for a moment before looking away. When he turned back, his expression had done a one-eighty. Smile in place, he said, “I missed this.”
    My own smile widened. He was infectious. “This?”
    “Conversation.”
    I laughed. “This is more argument than conversation.”
    “The last person I spoke to was your grandfather. I wonder…would it be possible to see him?”
    The smile faded, and I sighed. “Sorry…He died before I was born.”
    “Oh.” He sounded genuinely disappointed.
    A few moments passed in silence. Lukas picked at the edges of the peroxide bottle, peeling back tiny bits of the label and dropping them into his lap. Wispy strands of dark hair fell forward, partially framing his face. I turned away, feeling a little guilty. Stop staring at the Sin ! I had to do something distracting—something to keep my brain occupied. “What’s it like? Having Wrath inside you?”
    He didn’t answer right away and I was worried I might have overstepped. When he did speak, his voice was low, and something about it made my chest tighten. “Like I said earlier, the Sin lives inside—we share the same space. I can feel it trying to push me out sometimes. To take over…”
    He shifted on the couch