B L A C K H E A R T
book 2 in the 'chaos series'
after enduring the trials of the void, lusine finds herself on earth. only a matter of time before she is reunited with loki, lusine finds herself questioning things she never questioned before as s...
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six "and that is her burden"
Although an amount of her power was spent, Lusine did not feel drained like she had when the significant allowance of her power had been spent preserving her own life. Keeping her from being completely torn apart by the void, lashed by its muscular tail, spiked and barbed while she wept and begged for her life.
And when her brother walked out of the darkness, she'd fallen apart with grief. Her own brother. The brother she'd killed and the death she regretted more than any other death she had experienced.
The love she had felt for Regina or for Cloris had nothing on the blood love that twins had.
But he came back to her in her hour of need. In the moment where she finally considered giving in to the calls of the void as it whispered its melodies to her. Lycus made his bargains and lashed his silver tongue.
She had ended his life, but he had saved hers.
"I don't like it," Steve said, his face an open book. Far from a man of mystery, he wore his emotions like a dust jacket.
"What?" The man who had introduced himself as Tony Stark asked, "Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" He pushed his sleeves up.
Lusine watched the exchange carefully. Tony Stark could be considered a man of many characteristics, arrogance being one of them, but he was an extremely intelligent man with his cards held close to his chest until he, and only he, decided to reveal them. And she liked that. Thought him wise to do such a thing in a world where everyone wants to know everything about everyone else.
But sometimes his confidence got the better of his judgement, if this exchange was anything to go by.
Lusine knew Loki better than any of them here. She'd bore her heart to him, slept beside him, slept with him, fought along side him and against him. Steve was smart to know that a god would not go easy. Especially not a god of mischief and lies.
But Lusine couldn't bring herself to input this information in the conversation and instead sat pretty and watched, keeping her eyes roaming, almost lazily, but observing everything. There would never be a day where observation wouldn't pay off.
"I don't remember it being this easy," Steve admit, folding his arms across himself again, a habit of his. "This guy packs a wallop."
"Still," Tony continued, "you were pretty spry, for anolder fellow. What's your thing?Pilates?"
"What?"
Lusine tuned out at the foreign words and at the sensation of those familiar, burning blue eyes locked on her. It was undoubtedly a mistake to meet them, to challenge them. There was no chance of her beating the force of them bearing down on her and suddenly her dress was too much, too hot on her skin.
A ghost stared at her with Loki's eyes.
His face was leaner, sharper, and all edges with no meat. His eyes were sunken in, ghastly in comparison to the witty god who'd offered her a dance, who she'd flirted with on balconies and kissed like he was fine wine.
