Fallen - Lauren Kate [114]
“I don’t know,” Luce said, shaking her head. She could feel herself rambling, and yet she couldn’t make herself shut up. Miss Sophia was like the cool, zany grandmother Luce had never had. Her own grandmother’s idea of a big shopping trip was going to the grocery store. Besides, it felt so good just to talk to someone. “I haven’t been able to find her yet, only because I was with Daniel, and usually he acts so weird, but last night he kissed me, and we stayed out until—”
“Excuse me, dear,” Miss Sophia said, a little too loudly, “but did you just say Daniel Grigori kissed you?”
Luce covered her mouth with both hands. She could not believe she’d just spilled that to Miss Sophia. She must really be losing it. “I’m sorry, that’s completely irrelevant. And embarrassing. I don’t know why that slipped out.” She fanned her burning cheeks.
Already it was too late. Across the study section, Arriane boomed at Luce, “Thanks for telling me!” Her face looked stunned.
But Miss Sophia snapped Luce’s attention back when she shook the book from Luce’s hands. “A kiss between you and Daniel is not only irrelevant, dear, it’s usually impossible.” She stroked her chin and looked up at the ceiling. “Which means … well, it couldn’t mean …”
Miss Sophia’s fingers started flying through the book, tracing down each page at a miraculously rapid pace.
“What do you mean, ‘usually’?” Luce had never felt so left out of her own life.
“Forget the kiss.” Miss Sophia waved her hand at Luce, taking her aback. “That’s not half of it. The kiss doesn’t mean anything unless …” She muttered under her breath and went back to flipping through the pages.
What did Miss Sophia know? Daniel’s kiss meant everything. Luce watched Miss Sophia’s flying fingers dubiously until something on one of the pages caught her eye.
“Go back,” Luce said, laying her hand over Miss Sophia’s to stop her.
Miss Sophia leaned slowly away as Luce turned back the thin, translucent pages. There. She pressed a hand to her heart. In the margin was a series of drawings sketched in blackest ink. Quickly done, but in an elegant, fine hand. By someone with a certain talent. Luce ran her fingers over the drawings, taking them in. The slope of a woman’s shoulder, seen from the back, her hair knotted into a low bun. Soft bare knees crossed over each other, leading up to a shadowy waist. A long, thin wrist giving way to an open palm in which a large, full peony rested.
Luce’s fingers started to tremble. A lump rose in her throat. She didn’t know why this, out of everything she’d seen and heard today, was beautiful enough—tragic enough—to finally bring her to tears. The shoulder, the knees, the wrist … all were her own. And she knew—all of them had been drawn by Daniel’s hand.
“Lucinda.” Miss Sophia looked nervous, slowly inching her chair away from the table. “Are you—are you feeling quite all right?”
“Oh, Daniel,” Luce whispered, desperate to be near him again. She wiped away a tear.
“He’s damned, Lucinda,” Miss Sophia said in a surprisingly cold voice. “You both are.”
Damned. Daniel had spoken of being damned. That was his word for all of this. But he’d been referring to himself. Not her.
“Damned?” Luce repeated. Only, she didn’t want to hear any more. All she wanted was to find him.
Miss Sophia snapped her fingers in front of Luce’s face. Luce met her eyes, slowly, languidly, smiling dopily.
“You’re still not awake,” Miss Sophia murmured. She closed the book with a smack, catching Luce’s attention, and laid her hands down on the table. “Has he told you anything? After the kiss, maybe?”
“He told me …,” Luce started. “It sounds crazy.”
“These things often do.”
“He said the two of us … we’re some kind of star-crossed lovers.” Luce closed her eyes, remembering his long catalog of past lives. At first the idea had felt so foreign, but now that she was getting used to it, she thought it might just be the most romantic thing that had ever happened in the history of the world. “He talked about all the times we’ve fallen in love, in Rio, and Jerusalem,