Page 76 of Threads of Fate

A memorial? Gods, that sounds more final than her cremation. It is like a punch to the gut. I suck it up because I have things to do. Things mom had set a course for or rather the gods have.

“We will leave you to it. Kreed, make sure you let us know what was said. Dana, there are some small matters Li-ana and I would like to talk to you about when you have a moment, okay?”

“Of course. Will tomorrow work?”

“That will be fine. Alright, we will leave you to it.” Li-ana gives me one last hug and Furden grips my shoulder. He nods to Kreed and then they leave us.

“When we get down there, there will be many guards. They are there to keep us safe. He will be cuffed to a table. You are in no circumstance to reach for him or tell him of your powers. You can ask questions but do not give away anything about yourself.”

Who does he think I am? That I will just open up like this is a Friday night sleepover with the girls? Gods help me. I give him a pointed look.

“Look, darling, I'm aware he is not my friend. I will not tell him intimate details about myself or anyone else. Scouts honor.” I salute him with all the bitchiness I can bring forth.

“Well, at least I now know anytime you call me darling, I’m in trouble.” Kreed chuckles and leads me through a door that leads to a set of stairs.

I follow him down the brightly lit staircase and down a hall and then down another set of stairs. What will this man say? Anything more than what I have read in my moms letters? Will he have an answer to why everything just started now? Will he tell me who, exactly, wants me dead? Did he kill my mother?

When Kreed opens the door, I realize I’m not as put together and ready as I thought. It was like he knew I was coming. As the door opened he immediately honed in on me. He didn’t even bother to look at Kreed. The man stares at me with open disgust and hatred. My hackles immediately rise.

“Little demi bitch.” He greets.

I roll my eyes, “Original. Bravo.” Kreed side eyes me. I motion for him to take the lead.

Kreed pulls a seat out from the table the man is strapped to. He motions for me to sit and then he takes the other next to me.

“What is your name?” Kreed’s tone is stiff and authoritative.

“No. You don’t get to ask the questions. I want the demi goddess,” he spits, “to ask what I know she is dying to ask.” I’m not going to ask about my mother. I'm not ready to be in the same room as her murderer.

“Cut the bullshit. What is your name.” The man’s face carved into a cruel smile.

“That’s not what you really want to know, now is it daughter of Naomi.” He draws out my mothers name, making me cringe.

“Right now, that is what I want to know.” The man's eye’s flash with anger.

“Your puny mind can’t even comprehend my name.”

“Oh, please I pulled you out of your little half form into our world. Stop the shit. Tell me your name!” A flash of bright colorful lights shoots down my arms and out towards the man. Wrapping him in illuminated ropes.

The man hisses in pain. “You crafty little bitch. This is why you will die.” I urged the ropes tighter, making him scrunch his face and scream in pain.

“Your name!” I shout.

He yells again in frustration. My focus is solely on him. Ignoring the rest of the room.

The next thing out of his mouth sounded like an angry garbled hiss.

“That’s your name?”

“Yes. I told you, you wouldn't be able to understand it.”

“Look, buddy. It’s just like any other fucking language I do not know. Which is many and that's just including Earth. Give me a name or I will think of the stupidest one I can.”

“Mordread.”

“Good. Why are you here?” I loosen the golden ropes just a smidge.

“We needed to find you and what better way than to follow your potential mates?” He holds my gaze. Not one flinch, not one blink. Does he need to blink?

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