"Yes, I have. I've also reread it recently." That was probably why Lucy knew so much. They shared memories, minds, were commingled she'd guessed, intertwined. Even if she didn't feel the connection all the time. It was there, the potential, and she abhorred it.
"And yes, Lucy."
Lily moistened her lips, lingering on the dried up cut that she, well Lucy, had made with her teeth in the corner. Aiden was Van Helsing, which meant that he was the one that helped to kill Lucy in the novel. Did that mean he was going to try to do it again?
She asked rather innocently, her brow furrowed: "Does this mean we can't be friends?"