"What did you see?" Stephan's voice was filled with concern as he observed the fear etched on Nikita's face. He wrapped his arms around her naked body, offering comfort and support. Nikita turned to face him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination.
"The gods spoke to me," she whispered, her voice trembling. Stephan let out a sigh, struggling to suppress his laughter. He didn't want to dismiss her experience, but he also couldn't fully embrace her beliefs. With a subtle nod, he encouraged her to continue.
"I decided to pray before going to bed, as you know," Nikita began, her voice gaining strength. "But as I knelt down, I felt something... powerful." She shivered, her gaze fixed on the door as if she could still see the mysterious presence.
"I understand that I have my doubts about the gods," Stephan interrupted, his fingers gently tracing the contours of her smooth skin. "But Nikita, I need you to understand that I take you seriously."
