My Soul to Take by Amy Sumida Read Free Book Online Page A

breaking my star?”
    “Yes, Godhunter,” Atropos rolled her eyes. “Besides that.”
    “The Horsemen,” I whispered as suddenly I knew. I think I'd known all along, since the moment I saw them at my wedding. A shiver coursed through me as all three women went grim and nodded. “They were at our wedding.”
    “When they were needed somewhere else,” Lachesis finished.
    “Like the flutter of a butterfly's wing-”
    “Oh don't start that stupid butterfly crap again,” Atropos growled at Clotho.
    “Well, it's true,” Clotho pouted.
    “Butterfly crap?” Kirill lifted a brow at me.
    “I think my love magic is offended,” I whispered to him.
    “They're referring to how the littlest thing can snowball and make a huge change in the threads,” Lachesis sighed. “You did something in that future... or didn't do something. We don't know, we can't see that thread anymore. It may have been something as seemingly innocuous as waving to a passing stranger. The oddest things can affect fate.”
    “Whatever it was,” Clotho's eyes went somber. “It stopped the Three Horsemen from doing their duty.”
    “What duty?” Odin asked.
    “We don't know exactly what they were meant to do,” Atropos grimaced. “The thread, like we said, is gone. All we know is that these new threads, besides being weakened by the divide, are just a touch wrong and they have the potential to become a tangle of epic proportions.”
    “Three paths,” I nodded. “I remember you telling me that before. But how can I have a single future with three threads of fate?”
    “ How is a very good question,” Clotho grimaced. “Your star united them but now they're separated again, leaving you floundering back and forth between the paths, ready to break.”
    “Huh?” I gaped at her.
    “One thread is weak,” Lachesis sighed. “But twist it with two more and you have a cord. A cord is much stronger than a single thread... and less likely to tangle. With three separate threads stretching out before you, your fate gets confused and jumbled. You need to weave them back together so they are one path again.”
    “But how can my future be a cord?” I grimaced. My head was starting to hurt.
    “Never mind that,” Atropos snapped. “It's irrelevant at the moment since you have three threads now.”
    “But I can get my cord back?” I lifted a brow. “You're saying there's a way to weave the three threads back together?”
    “That's what we're hoping,” Clotho smiled gently at me. “Perhaps if we can help you fix these threads individually, it'll be easier for you to weave them together and fix your star.”
    “And you think the wrongness in my threads has to do with the Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse?” I asked.
    “I'm sorry, isn't it the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?” Re asked. “I'm not the most knowledgeable about the Jehovah religions but I thought I'd heard that there were four?”
    “Yes there are but Az was marrying me at the time, so only three of them were working,” I explained.
    “Isn't their job to bring the boom to the Apocalypse?” Re cocked his head. “Which technically will never happen, so I guess they don't really have a job.”
    “Did you just say; bring the boom ?” Trevor leaned forward to give Re a hopeful look.
    “That's right, I can get down with the modern lingo,” Re smirked.
    “Well I'll be a bitch's uncle,” Trevor swore. “The guy can actually loosen up.”
    “Trevor!” I growled. “Language. I'm not getting pregnant again until you guys can show me you can speak like fathers.”
    “ Bitch isn't a cuss word when you're referring to a female dog,” Trevor huffed.
    “Yeah but I believe the implication was that you referred to a female froekn, which would in fact make it a cuss word since I it then becomes offensive,” Re crossed his arms.
    “And he's back,” Trevor shook his head and shared a grim look with Kirill.
    “The Horsemen have always done right by mankind,” Lachesis said with