I'm Lenox; I know shit.

Lenox pov

"Well, that didn't go half as bad. What do you think?" I speak up only when dad's backs disappear from my view. If for a second, he thinks I don't know he's near, he's as naive as ever.

"How did you know I'm here?" Luka appears around the corner and crosses his arms in front of his chest. A sly smile spreads across his lips, which makes me think he knew all along I'd notice his presence.

I lean against the wall and copy his movements by crossing my arms in front of my chest and scoff. "I'm Lenox; I know shit."

Sure, my response doesn't explain even a single bit, but it's not like I really have to explain myself. Being a freak of nature comes with perks, one of them is that I can find my family whenever I want to. Atlas is unique; he has the ability to track down our bloodline, even the tiniest drop of blood. All I have to do is ask him where one of my family members is, and he will draw up an imaginary map in my mind and point out the precise location of whomever I'm looki