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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six "what happened to that beautiful smile?"
"You were with Loki?" Lycus asks as Lusine settles in the carved wooden chair beside him, taking a glass of the finest red wine in her hand.
She gives her brother a smile as she says, "Brother, nothing happened. I learnt something and so did he, it's as simple as that." Lusine takes a sip from the wine glass, letting the wine run along her tongue and down her throat. "I didn't think you had even noticed me leaving the hall. You were seemingly too busy staring lovingly into Pelia's eyes. I bet you barely noticed me not dining with you."
"I noticed. Everyone noticed you sitting beside Loki. Everyone especially noticed when he stood up so suddenly and tried to pull you along with him. Your protest brought about quite the whispers, Lusine," He tells her, sounding as if he were her superior by a number of years, not minutes. There was little to appreciate with his condescending tone as it stuck in her ears.
"The Asgardians can whisper all they like. The only thing that happened out there was illusions and magic," Lusine assures her worrying, over-protective brother as she glances across the hall to where Loki sits.
The chair beside him remains empty. She could stride over there and sit back in her seat if she so much as wanted to. Claim it for her own. Maybe she deserved it.
Loki, as if feeling her analytical stare, turns his gaze to her. His expression was hard, his hand curled around the neck of a wine glass and his expression unchanging, yet powerful.
Lusine is the first to look away.
"Those looks. Do they mean anything to you?" Lycus questions, his voice louder than it should have been in this brand of conversation. This was private. Not for the ears of those distrusted by either twin.
"No," Lusine utters sternly.
Pelia lets out a loud laugh, turning her gaze to Lusine with a huge grin at her full lips. "Those looks are ones that hint at love and interest," She wraps her hand over Lycus' arm and beams at him as she stares into his enchanting eyes with all the love in the realm. "But what would cold hearted Lusine know about love?"
Lusine's lips curl into a snarl, the pilot's mission complete. "Brother?"
"Yes?"
"Restrain me," She breathes, her eyes beginning to glow a brighter blue. "Restrain me before I rip her grinning face clean off."
Her hand curls tighter and tighter around the cup of the wine glass; so tightly that it shatters in her hand. The cuts on her hand were unnoticeable as the blood blended in with the red wine that ran down her hand, dripping onto the table.
Pelia sits there with an open mouth and wide eyes; the feast hall is silent.
Lycus is the first one to break the tense silence. "Lusine, I think you had better step outside for a moment."
