LUKAN

I stood staring down at the pack below, one hand thrust into my pocket and the other holding a tumbler.

My mind was far away and it went back to the discussion I had with my mother , Julietta .

I took another sip , savoring the taste , the cold liquid ran down my throat , warming it

Thinking about Merida , I felt there was so much I needed to know about her.

It seems she was a shadow , like she just wasn't existing and when I turned away she might just vanish.

I exhaled and poured myself another glass of vodka .

I guess they...