Ivan
The woman was beautiful, but she paled to Nefra.
That's not me being a simp, and I'm not the only one in my head thinking about it. Something's missing in her, but I can't tell what it is. She's beautiful, and power radiates from her, but I feel nothing. However, I'm drawn to something close to her. I don't know what it is either, but Barakael's right. This woman has something that belongs to our mate, and she's using it against everyone.
"You're Dagan?" I don't even bother to hide my displeasure. It's impossible; nothing in my head will allow it. "A goddess?"
"A goddess?" she laughs. It's melodic and sweet, but I'm not moved. "You must not be from our world… It shows… You must be from the realms…"
"Forgive him, my lady," Our guide bows, acting like he's trying to help us, but I know he's not. "If he's a foreigner, which is obvious to me now, he and his friend don't know better."
