Chapter 6

The room is filled with books, shelves bursting with novels, some not in any language I recognize. I'm in awe, I've never seen so many books in my life, not even the library could compare. Loki locks the door, and walks to me, standing next to me, following my gaze.

"Wow." I whisper softly.

He puts his hand over my shoulder, and my hazel eyes stare back into his. He smiles, and touches my chin, holding it tighter when I try to pull away. His hand trails up to my cheek and I blush, my heart suddenly racing. Calm down, Faye. He keeps sliding his hand up into my temple then my hair, brushing his fingers through my over grown bangs. His eyes follow his hand, and I'm frozen, staring up into his green eyes, my cheeks burning red. I feel the fuzziness invade my mind, blurring my thoughts and vision; I sway a little, allowing the sensation to take over me. Think. I felt incoherent as my mind and body became separated through the muddling feeling. Your sister. My last thought, that was my own, beckons for me to remember her. Her eyes, round cheeks, her smile. I feel suddenly released from the immobile state, and step back.

I see his eyes turn back to a darker shade of green, and a frustrated expression consumes him. My breathing is shallow, and I think about what I just felt. That's not natural. That's the second time I've felt that since I was here. His eyes. I'm overwhelmed in confusion, but Loki distracts me as he walks to one of the book shelves, shaking his head. I turn back to the door, knowing it's locked, I sigh. I need to escape.

"Come here, little one." His voice is stern.

I turn around, and step toward him. I wish I read more mythological books so I knew even a slight bit more than just his name. He hands me a small book, and I turn it around. The Bible. I look up at him confused, tilting my head to the side.

"I've read through this book twice now, but I seem to not understand why it's constantly referenced if not the main topic in other literature."

He is really from a different planet. This is what he needs my help for? Surely he could find some wise professor. I think about the scorched and demolished city. The chances of finding anyone in the city are slim. That wasn't my fault.

"It's a book about our God, there's many different believes on who our God is, some don't believe in any."

I look up at him, observing his reaction.

"This one is just the most accepted in the United States."

He watches me before softly asking, "Which God do you believe in, Faye?"

I tilt my head.

"The same God that this book talks about."

I hand it back to him, stepping away from him.

He smiles, and laughs, "So you believe everything written in this book?"

I nod.

He chuckles, "Blind ignorance, how could you believe in a boat that carried two of each animal?"

I don't respond. I've heard these questions, judgments before, my respect for everyone being able to choose to think for themselves was not always returned. I sigh.

"Is that what humans need? I am a God, here's your God. Should I promise you the same thing your God does?"

I watch him, and it's obvious that he's considering this as an actual idea. I look back at the door while we both stand silently for a few moments as he's lost in his own thoughts.

"Do you want to see your sister?"

His question takes me by surprise and brings agony to me. Yes, of course. I just can't have you know where she is. My body aches with the thought of her. She's the only family I had. Is she alright? I shake my head, knowing that the pain is evident in my face.

"I think you want to see her. You know if we worked together, we could rule the world with ease."

My expression turns cold. I want nothing to do with you.

"Then you could guarantee her safety."

His words are threatening and I feel the anger surge through my body. I step toward him, invading his space. I can feel my fury radiate off of me. I look into his sick green eyes, and I feel my own turning into a darker color.

"No."

It was the only thing I could get out, and I step back resisting the urge to lunge at him. I turn away from him and breathe out, monitoring myself.

I can tell he's surprised by my sudden bravery, but I close my eyes, the blinding darkness mixing with my anger. Calm down Faye. I felt like an emotional mess, the roller coaster that I'd been on in the last two days is taking a toll on me. Loki's touch on my shoulders surprises me and I jump away, keeping my eyes closed.

"Are all humans as stubborn as you?" His tone is playful now.

I open my eyes to find him next to me, and he takes my hand, caressing it with his own, "Unless I need your sister, I won't go searching for her."

The words make me confused and I manage a nod as I process it. I don't pull away, although I flinch at his touch. He won't need her. Keep calm. The anger still pulses through me although it begins to ease. Loki smiles, even though I sense that the expression is from successfully manipulating me to calm down.

"Would you like to finish that apple now?"

I nod. I wasn't hungry, but anything to distract myself from the confusion that filled me would suffice. He walks over to the door and I follow at a distance, as we walk out of the library he grabs my hand, holding it tightly as we walk back to the bedroom. Once he opens the door, he hesitates for a moment, but then pulls me in.