Fated

Eve

I sit alone at the dining table in complete shock as I process the conversation that had taken place only moments before. Was Dante truly a descendant of Ciarcos? Had I really been traded to a fucking god?! My mind is spinning as I am startled back to my senses by the sweet elderly woman’s voice.

“Are you alright, miss?” her voice shows concern as I realize my face probably mirrors my internal state of shock.

“y-yes…I am fine thank you.” the words were not even able to convince me as they stuttered past my lips.

“He has told you then.” Her tone suggests she had been anticipating this moment. She lowers her head and folds her hands together in front of her as though she is ashamed.

“You…you know who he is? WHAT he is? Yet you work for him?! Are you here against your will too Martha?” The last was a sudden thought that ripped its way into my head and I fear what her answer will be.

“Oh no miss. I have been working for Mr.Shay for a very long time…an eternity some might say. He truly is a wonderful person, I promise. Just give him a chance.” Something in her voice has me mesmerized. What does she mean an eternity?

“Do I really have a choice?” I mumble before finishing the rest of my glass of water.

“No, I suppose not. Is there anything I can get for you, miss?” Martha’s words fall on deaf ears as I stand up and head out of the room toward the stairs.

“Martha?” I turn to ask her a question, but she has vanished into thin air. I shrug and head up the stairs and back to my bedroom.

As I sit on the edge of my bed, I watch the trees in the distance swaying in the wind. I feel the bitter sting of tears biting their way to the surface and this time, I let them flow. I still have so many questions, but is there even a point to asking? My own mother had traded me for power. Had I meant nothing to her all these years? And Dante…He said his mate was slain 70 years ago…just how old is he? If she was slain….does that mean she was a mortal? You cannot simply slay a god after all. Why would her mother kill his mate anyways? If she wanted the remains of the god, then why would she kill her before getting the them? So much about this just did not make sense. The confusion swirls violently in my head as I lay back on the bed and drift into a very restless sleep.