What If Our Life Threads Bind?

Chapter 43.

Austin

I tossed and turned but just couldn't find the right position. A lingering haze of sleep sat somewhere at the back of my mind, floating away in my pool of words and faces, too far away to reach.

Pulling up my duvet, I rolled over to Martha's side. I smiled absentmindedly when a passing car flashed light over her innocent face through the window. She was snoring lightly, her mouth open in a small 'O'.

I don't know who to trust, I think to myself staring at Martha's beautiful face. How someone so beautiful like her bring terror to others such as death? She had always seemed to me the type of girl who'd look twice before stepping on an ant. She is the demigod of death?

I wanted to point out and laugh at her, call her and her weird attacking acquaintance, Augury a nut case. I wanted to shrug all of this craziness as a joke. Then I remembered the scene from the hall where they both almost re-enacted the Harry potter and Voldermort power connection. This is real.

I stared at her. Her eyes were my favorite thing about her, even more so after she told me how she can change the colors. But she brings death. She would bring death to me too someday. It can be any day. Maybe, tonight.

Sharpening my eyes, I went closer to her. She was relaxed like she was in heaven. Curiosity took the best of me, and I traced my hand over her hair.
They seemed normal to me like normal humans.

So does that mean her life threads are similar to my own? But didn't she say that it needs to be bewitched first? Or is her hair already magical? I'd only know if I smack a strand of her hair out of her scalp and keep it on a tapestry. Is that how it works? Better to not know, it might even be the last thing I ever do. Staring at her felt like her eyes will fly open and curse me the moment I take my eyes off of her.

Trying to make myself fall in a slumber, I reiterated my deep breaths and tried to work them in rhythm with Martha's soft snores. I kept rewinding the scene when Martha saved me from that creep, what's his name again- Augury, the God of messing up with my life, because that's what he is doing right now.

I was finally falling in love with someone or so I thought, but he had to ruin it by telling me that she is a literal harbinger of death, and I don't know if I should feel lucky or not.

Maybe if I make her fall in love with me, she wouldn't kill me. But how exactly am I supposed to do that? I am not the freaking God of love now, am I?

Maybe I should kill her? The sword. Fatae. If she dies, I can live as much as I want. But I need to make her trust me first.

And before all that, I need to find what exactly she had been up to, really?

I need to find if she is innocent.

...

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Jollyfy fiesta." I tell her, my eyes glued to the road as I start the engine.

"That name sounds fake." She laughs.

"No, its not. It is the best carnival ever. The best part, there are a lot of eateries." I said, defensively and she laughed again.

"I have never been on a carnival." She says out of nowhere, after a few minutes of driving and I almost slam my car on the car ahead of us.

"What? How can you not go to a carnival?" I asked in surprise and she shrugged in her seat. "Its the best part of growing up. How did you miss on that?"

"I am not really allowed to be around humans." She says lazily and I sigh.

"And yet here we are." I smiled at her and she looked away. I could see her puffed up cheeks glowing from my peripheral vision. God, she is cute. Why did she have to be so mythological? "I realize you have a little Rapunzel situation, right?"