Chapter 72
I jumped out of the way of the pooling liquid. "What?"
Drio, staring over at her and nodding, was oblivious to my shock. "Yeah. Her glasses threw me. She studies lightning or some shit. A physicist, right?"
"Geophysicist studying electrostatics," I parroted. Lily was the one that Rohan had written "Toccata and Fugue" for? The original lightning girl? The love of his life? I bent down to pick up the bottle shards, cutting my palm on one fat piece. Holding my bleeding hand up, I grabbed the towel that the bartender had brought to sop up the mess. "Sorry," I said.
"Leave it. You need a Band-Aid." The bartender jogged off.
Drio, still checking Lily out, whistled. "She's even better looking now." With that, he left to catch up with Samson.