(Octavia Butler’s Fledgling got good in the last 50 pages. Why do authors do that?)
The man brushed at his collar and told her laughingly, “Yes, I’m a world-seeker too. Are you?”
Lucienne said nothing. There was something in his face she didn’t trust. She felt vulnerable without Levi beside her, like any word could give away her secrets.
“My name’s Titus. I can guess what your name is, by the way.”
Lucienne stared at him.
“I’ll bet it’s Belle. Because you’re beautiful.” He beamed.
She made a face. “Who says things like that?”
