Love Lines

37: Stop The Whole World, Pt. 2

"And so it begins," a female voice said. "Right on schedule too. Like I suspected my husband is not among them."

"The bastard never comes above ground unless he's commanded to. Can you really keep tabs on them like that?" I knew that voice. It was Chris's. So he was the one to pull me through the doorway. This was all going how I saw it and I still hated the conclusion. It was like one of those movies you wished would have an alternate ending, several in fact. But this ending had been planned for centuries and it would end exactly how it was mapped out to.

There was a rustling of fabric and fingers brushed my forehead. My skin crawled from the contact and not because the owner of those fingers was Elite. She wasn't, far from it actually.

"She's like a crystal ball that only I can use." Ew, lip smacking. "How is the set up coming?"

"The Goddesses aren't even putting up a fight. Everything is going as planned, as smooth as glass."

"Good. They know their place. Have you spoken with Caelus?"

"The party was shut down a few minutes ago just like he predicted. The remaining Gods and Goddesses are scrambling for answers and since we have one of their magic mirrors they're flying half cocked."

"Come now. She's more than a magic mirror." Cool hands were placed on either side of my face. "Without her, none of this would be possible. Open your eyes, pretty girl."

Like I was nothing more than a mere doll, my eye lids slowly slid open. I had to blink a few times before everything came in clear but I soon found myself staring into an almost identical set of blue eyes as mine.

"Hello there." Her smile would've dazzled anyone she turned it upon. Only problem was I was immune to her charms. She just didn't know it yet. "I can see now why he thought you were me. It's all in the eyes."

I could understand why everyone thought she was Little Miss Innocent. Her words were flattering, honey coated, but she...she was far from good. The evil was buried deep inside but I could see how it was corrupting her. It was to the point where she couldn't hide it anymore. Her freedom was close at hand and in result her true self was sitting under her skin, waiting to be let out.

Her blond hair was tumbling over her shoulders as she looked down at me. I was maybe waist high and whatever I was laying on was prickly and scratching my palms. Chris stood facing her, his body pressed so close to her side I was worried they'd super glued their clothes together. He wasn't looking at me, just her. To him there was no one else around. Was this what everyone else used to see when he looked at me? How could I have missed that?

"You have very pretty lines." She brushed a finger across my cheek. "But for now we'll make them disappear." She trailed her fingers down from my cheek to my throat and in a very non-sexual manner, her fingers trailed down my chest to the spot just over my heart, the lines bloomed out like a sunburst. She pressed down very gently and then smiled. "There. All done."

"Persephone." The name just drifted through my lips like a breeze.

She stood up straight, her arm automatically wrapping around the boy next to her. Even though her attention had shifted, she continued to look down at me, neither of us refusing to break eye contact. "I made sure you knew who I was before this all happened. Last thing I need is for you to be afraid of me or what's to come. Fear doesn't suit my purposes."

She was freaky, comparable to a 42 inch putt on an up sloping green. There was no way I wouldn't be somewhat afraid of her.

Chris tucked some hair behind her ear and I almost wanted to cringe at how—normal and loving that gesture was. It was something Cecil would've done to me, the only difference being watching them made my stomach turn and bile rise to the back of my throat.