Deep Dark Secret by Sierra Dean

beings have a path. And most of them will follow it precisely as it is laid out for them.” She trailed a manicured fingernail over the long line down the middle of my palm. “For most people I can tell what will happen to them because I can see their path.”
    “Ohhh-kay.”
    She ignored me and grabbed my other hand, putting the palms side by side. “You aren’t like most people.”
    “Tell me something I don’t know.”
    “All right.” She traced the line on my left hand. “Yours is a destiny divided.”
    I looked at my palms, hoping they could explain what her cryptic words meant. Her nail followed one line, then moved to the right hand and trailed along the middle line there, which was significantly longer, bisecting the entire palm where the one on my left hand was only about two inches long.
    “What do you mean by divided?”
    “You have two potential destinies.”
    “That’s impossible. You just said everyone has a path, we follow that path, live our lives and die. A person can’t have two destinies.”
    Calliope pressed my hands together and put them in my lap. They began to tremble.
    “No. I said most people, not everyone.”
    “So what are my paths?”
    “You are part of two worlds, Secret. Each one of them represents a path. Whichever world you choose to align yourself with is the path you will be on. I cannot see all the way, and you haven’t chosen your path yet.”
    I unclasped my hands and stared down at them. “What is the line in the middle?”
    “Your lifeline.” She held up her own palm, and it was utterly smooth, not a line in sight. As a true immortal, I gathered trivial things like lifelines didn’t come up very often for her.
    “One of mine is shorter than the other.”
    “Yes.”
    I didn’t say anything. Part of me wanted to ask her which path was which, and what it meant that one line was so much longer, but I had a pretty good idea. The long line must be my vampire life, and the short one if I choose to stay with the wolves. I pressed my palms back together.
    “What if I keep going as I am now? Living in both worlds.”
    “Is that what you’re doing, Secret? Living? Or are you being torn apart?”
    My eyelid twitched, and I got to my feet abruptly, hurt by her words. “I didn’t ask for this, you know. I was born this way, and I’m doing the best I know how with it.”
    Calliope nodded and watched me, but there was sadness in her eyes I couldn’t ignore.
    “Tell me which one to choose,” I asked, holding my hands out to her.
    She rose and came to stand in front of me, taking my hands in hers and squeezing. “When the time comes, you’ll know.”
    I pulled my hands away. “You don’t know, do you? You don’t know which path is the right one.”
    “I won’t until you do.”
    “Awesome. Cal, I love you, I really do, but have you ever heard the phrase no news is good news ? If you can’t tell me my destiny, and you don’t know the right path for me, why did you tell me any of this at all?”
    “You need to know that a time will come when there will no longer be one option or the other, and it will have been decided for you. If I tell you there are two paths, it is in your power to guide your destiny and not have it guide you.”
    I heaved a sigh. She meant well, but the last thing I wanted to hear was that my life was going to get even more complicated.
    “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you more,” she added.
    “So am I.”
    “But you can’t escape this. You will have to choose.”
    Turning away, I moved towards the exit. “I guess I’ll burn that bridge when I get there.”
    “I’ll see you soon, Secret.”
    Looking over my shoulder, I gave her a weak smile. “You would know.”

Chapter Eight
    Dinner was turning into an unmitigated disaster.
    Unlike Desmond, who was gifted with otherworldly cooking skills, Lucas was not a natural in the kitchen. I was sitting on a high barstool, elbows perched on the central island, watching as he dug himself deeper