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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18| SHE WAS A DEADLY COMBINATION OF BROKEN AND INSANE
Feeling an overwhelming sense of dizziness as Thor opened the door to the library, Lusine wanted to throw up. She did not want to talk to her father. She'd rather just find her own comfort in her own solitude. But how would that make things better for her?
It wouldn't. So she turns to Thor, swallowing her anxiety. "Thank you, Thor," She says, forcing a slight smile. "Please, go and enjoy yourself and forget about my troubles." Lusine let out a heavy sigh as she moved a crimson hand to her lip, the metallic of the blood burning her taste buds. Realising who's blood was on her hand, she rips her hand from her lips and folds it over her stomach.
"It was no trouble, Lusine," He tells her, a goofy grin on his lips that made Lusine wish she could be just as happy as he was. Thor was sure of himself, cheerful and a warrior. Lusine was none of those things. She was not a warrior, but she could fight. She was not cheerful, but she could spit sarcasm as if it were her first language and she was definitely not sure of herself, but she carried herself with an insane confidence. "Speak with your father. It'll make you feel better and do not worry about my brother. Loki is... temperamental."
"His anger will be his downfall," Lusine mutters, her gaze focusing indefinitely on Thor's smile that brought her a soothing sense of calmness. "Thank you again, Thor. Your kindness will not be forgotten."
"You're welcome," He smiles, giving her a final wave of his hand before turning and striding away with his stunning red cape flowing out behind him.
Lusine watches him go until he turns the corner, out of her line of vision. Then she turns to the door and suddenly it's stature was intimidating to her. As she brings her knuckles up to rap on the door, it swings open to reveal her father with his oceanic blue eyes and his thin lips. It was as if he knew.
"My dear daughter," He begins as he sees Lusine's face crumbling all over again, her lip trembling with the overflowing emotions. "Come in, please, and we can discuss the matters at hand." He pulls the door open wider, smiling grimly at her. She walks past him into the room with a haunting aura about her.
"Father, I feel the darkness crawling along my skin from where I stand." She lifts her hands in front of her face, staring at the blood. "This is the blood of Cloris, father, I had to kill her."
Bulan sits back down into his arm chair, sinking into its comfort as he takes in his daughters confession. "And why did you have to kill her?" He asks, pushing her for more information and snapping her out of her slight daze.
"Pelia. She came to my room. She was there when I returned after the feast and she was threatening poor Cloris."
"You reacted to her threateningly?" His assumption causes Lusine's defence to rise.
"No, I asked her to leave and when she refused I-"
Bulan cuts her off, sitting up in his chair. "You threatened her. You challenged her and you won the challenge, but at what cost?"
