BLACK LIES
book one in the 'chaos series'
in which a goddess falls apart because of love and a power she had no place in controlling overcoming her, threatening the lives of those around her, including the god she finds herself tied to by love.
LOKI...
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one "chaos is beautiful, isn't it?"
The Master Starship was extremely spacious and bound with the luxury fit for the royalty it beheld, but that didn't halt the increasing tension between the wolfish siblings.
The Volkov twins were not on speaking terms and Lusine was feeling a despicable urge to get inside his head with her bubbling magic. Make him throw himself out of the window, into oblivion.
The feeling was mutual, except Lycus would have to use brute force to get Lusine into the dark oblivion.
Even if either of them made a move to harm the other, their father Bulan was watching with his golden staff in one hand and his wife's dainty hand in the other. His large hands dwarfed her; him a tall man with a greying beard and the brilliant blue eyes which his offspring had the great honour to inherit.
Those blue eyes were part of what made Lusine who she was. They could enchant any being into her honey trap. Man or woman, husband or wife.
They'd fall into a trance like state she could control, make them do as she pleased. Her beauty was what drew them in, her words made them stay, their hearts left wanting more while their stomach flipped.
King Bulan watched his children with great care as they stared each other down. Not to his surprise, Lusine looked overly menacing. Emphasised for onlookers. He knew that Lycus would never kill Lusine with intentions to do so, but he was not so sure the feeling was mutual between them. Lusine was dangerous, unpredictable and would not hesitate to kill Lycus if it meant her own life in exchange.
And that thought terrified the Wolf King.
"How long until we get there now, father?" Lusine grumbles, leaning her head back against the plush red cushion. "This ship makes me want to bash my head against the metal wall."
"Then do it." Lycus says shortly, turning his head away from his sister.
"Lycus, you and I both know that it's your job to hit your head against walls and hope that something brilliant comes from it," She replies harshly, rolling her eyes at Lycus. "So, how long before my dear brother and I can flatten Asgard?"
"We'll be arriving in Asgard shortly. The Winter Ball is in three days time; we shall have plenty of time to settle in." Bulan looks to his wife.
Selene smiles slightly. "And no flattening any part of Asgard, you two," She says with the smile remaining on her thin lips. "Lycus, go and tend to the army. I'm sure they'll want to hear from their commander."
"Yes, their glorious commander," Lusine rolls her eyes heavily. "Mother, why don't I have an army?" Her thin lips pull into a teasing smirk as she sits up, curling her hands together in her lap over the black of the wool.
"Lusine, dear, you can barely look after those wolves of yours," Selene laughs, shaking her head.
"You know their fur is supposed to be white, don't you?" Lycus calls as he crosses the room. Lusine leans back against the cushions and closes her eyes.
