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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twenty three "hands scarred from murder"
Just as Lusine was unwinding after a morning of amusement in the form of Casia being scared out of her mind, a rapid knock came at her door. It was full of impatience, not wanting to wait to share whatever urgent news budded on the pink of their tongue.
A bundle of grapes in hand, Lusine swung the door open and raised a single, dark eyebrow at her little cousin stood there.
Olea was alone, fingers twitching around the letter she held in her hands, eyes bloodshot and lined with deep kohl smudged where she'd rubbed them either in fatigue or in response to whatever the contents of that letter was.
"You look a state," Lusine commented, but there was no cruelty to her tone. The woman stood at her door did not deserve to cry. "Come in and take a seat than we can discuss whatever is quite clearly bothering you to the point of tears."
"Thank you," Olea replied quietly, her rosy bottom lip wobbling even as she smiled gently, as dainty as a four leaf clover. She was definitely the runt of the wolf pack and yet it was impossible to shun her for such weakness.
The two of them disappeared into the confines of Lusine's chambers, taking a seat at the little glass table she'd pulled to be able wine and dine in the golden hour the evening sun had blessed them with before the cloak of dusk drew in.
In the simplest gesture, Lusine poured her cousin a glass of water and set it on the table before her. A quiet smile was the thank you she received from an unusually subdued Olea Kella.
When Lusine settled into the seat across from her, she slid the letter across the table. Retracted her hand to bite at the stubs of fingernails she was left with after years of stress and worry nibbling right back at her.
Lusine lifted the letter, reading the scrawling of her cousin's name.
"This is not addressed to me," She said, though that fact was quite obvious. It was more of a statement to encourage explanation than to express what was quite clearly true.
"I know," Olea responded, fidgeting in her seat, "but I still believe that you should read its contents as they concern you more than they do myself and Kyrie."
A quizzical expression came over Lusine as she pulled open the envelop crested with the wax seal of her family, unfolded the letter and began to read. With every sentence, her jaw wound a little tighter. Olea watched in worry, fingernails clicking between her teeth as she chewed.
"So," Lusine began in a calm and collected manner, though her grinding jaw told another story, "that's her move? To poison her own husband so that she may rule as sole sovereign?"
"You think this was her doing?" Olea questioned meekly, words muffled by the hand at her mouth. Perhaps she would have been bolder if she hadn't considered the exact conclusion herself, though Kyrie had warned her away from such treasonous thought.
