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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fifteen "i know; i've known for years" -
Lusine didn't often attend the evening meals.
She didn't like the social aspect, nor did she like eating in the company of others when she could be enjoying solitude, lounging.
If she can't sit in the comfortable loneliness of her own chamber, she'll refuse to sit with her family. For one, her mother wants her dead. it's clear to her now. It has little to do with Lusine's tendency for the dramatic and more to do with reality.
So, as she sinks down in the tall wooden seat beside Loki she sends her mother a deathly glare. Loki turns his gaze to her, placing a hand on her upper thigh.
Selene, in her anxious fear, glances to her husband. To him, the terror is clear as day in her eyes. Bright and wild. He knew that if he can see it, so can Lusine.
"Does she know what I have planned?" She questions in a hushed whisper, mouth barely lifting from the wine glass.
"Of course, she does. She's the goddess of chaos. You cannot hide it from her, nor can you play her at her own game." He gazes casually over to his daughter. "You may be older than her and believe yourself to be wiser for to your years, but she is imbued with power that is thousands and thousands of years old."
Selene can't help but look over to her daughter with undeniable fear shooting through her system, ice cold and going straight for the heart. Her daughter has power. Power that she doesn't have.
Power she needs to acquire if she means to survive.
Lusine looks up, steak knife in hand. Her eyes glimmer completely black, the white engulfed by the void, as she turns the knife around in her hand and stabs it into the table top. The grin at her lips is unsettling, to say the least. Her intention is to strike fear into her newfound, blood related enemy.
The goal is achieved with ultimate ease.
Selene reaches to her side, grabbing at her son's arm in clawing motions and clamping down tight. "Lycus, dear," she begins, licking her lips and ripping her gaze away from the knife sunken deep into the table, "I'm going to need you to promise me something. Promise me that when your sister comes for me, you'll protect me even if it means taking her life."
Lycus nods his head slowly, though he knows their father won't let it come to that, would he? "I swear I'll protect you." His anxiety that he shall actually have to act upon his promises sets in deep. Would Lusine's chaotic wrath come so close to insanity, so close to putting his family into harm's way? He hopes not.
"Thank you," She says as she presses a proud kiss to his temple. "You're destined for greatness, my son, I've always known it."
Lycus does not respond to his mother.
He looks back to his sister, wanting to see her before her darkness got too much for her system. He knows what iss happening to her. Bulan had told him the power that surged through her and it struck him with fear.
