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

admiration in her voice, ignoring my men. “They are good gods placed into villainous roles by humans. Yet they harbor no anger over it. They help humanity anyway.”
    “They ride around on their trusty steeds fighting evil,” Clotho sighed. “Like god knights.”
    “God knights?” Kirill mouthed to Trevor.
    “I wish Az had come,” Trevor lamented. “The only thing that would have made this better would be having a god-knight here to tease about being a god-knight.”
    “Ve vill remember for later,” Kirill assured him.
    “The Horsemen generally stop other gods from using their magic in horrible ways against humans,” Atropos gave Trevor a nasty look but Trevor had been the recipient of nasty looks from his father for centuries and no one could out-nasty Fenrir... that may have come out wrong.
    “Kind of like you,” Re grinned at me. “Stopping gods from abusing humans.
    “And us,” Atropos almost sounded whiny.
    “We don't battle gods,” Clotho chuckled.
    “But we help humans,” Atropos huffed. “Shouldn't we get props for that?” She put her hands on her hips and glared at Clotho.
    “Definitely,” Odin said and stopped the fight before it started. “I greatly admire what you ladies do. And it also fascinates me. How exactly can you use these abilities to help Vervain heal her star?”
    Oh Odin, you wily god, you. I sent him a grateful grin and he winked at me.
    “Ah yes,” Lachesis stepped forward. “I shall begin, if I may, Godhunter?”
    “Please,” I waved her forward.
    She brushed her hand in the air before me, fluttering her fingers around like she was searching for something. Then I felt a pull in my belly, at my navel to be exact. I inhaled sharply, more in surprise than discomfort, and my men looked at me in concern. I waved them back and focused on Lachesis' fingers. They appeared to be identifying and separating things in the empty air. Except the air wasn't empty anymore. I could see three golden shafts of light streaming out from my belly in straight, endless lines.
    Lachesis took her scissors from her belt.
    “Now hold on,” I held out my hand but one look from Lachesis shut me up.
    I saw her separate little pieces of the light, threads from my threads, and with her sin-black scissors, she cut them away. I gasped as a vibration ran up the lines and thrummed through my body. I felt strangely lighter.
    “I've done all I can for you,” Lachesis hung her scissors back on her belt. “The obstacles that could be removed, have been.”
    “Thank you,” I said sincerely.
    Then Clotho started to spin. She played with the lines of gold energy before me and lured them down to the tip of the spindle on top of her wheel, the very place Beauty had pricked her finger. Light started to spark from that spindle and the sparks flew up to be absorbed by the golden energy of my threads. A tickling sensation ran along my arms and I took a deep breath, suddenly feeling more steady.
    The wheel stopped turning and Clotho set grave eyes on me, “I have done all I can for you. You will have the strength and the courage you need, when you need them most.”
    “Thank you.”
    Atropos stepped forward and ran her hands over the light of my threads. She seemed to be counting, tapping sections as if to measure their length, but with each tap, I felt different, more confident. Tap, tap, tap; I smiled wider with each fall of a finger. Finally, she stepped back.
    “I have done all I can for you,” Atropos said without even the hint of annoyance. “Where the truth would have been hidden, I have taken its measure and laid it bare for you to find... if you look for it.”
    “Thank you,” I nodded to her and then looked back to the others. “I'm deeply grateful to you all.”
    “We don't just do this for you, Godhunter,” Lachesis said grimly.
    “We do it for us all,” Clotho and Atropos chimed in so that the three Fates spoke as one.

Chapter Six
     
     
    “Do you feel any different?” Trevor asked