"Where are you going?"
I turned, my chest tightening at the sight of a woman standing in the doorway. She looked like Khillea but older—more regal, with an aura that seemed to radiate divinity.
My breath caught. This had to be Thetis.
I stayed silent for a long moment, weighing her words, before finally responding.
"Back to where I belong," I said quietly, my voice even but carrying an undertone of resignation.
Thetis didn't seem deterred by my tone. She tilted her head slightly, her expression an intriguing mixture of playfulness and earnestness.
"You can leave after. I just want to speak to you," she said, her gaze fixed on me.
Before I could say anything more, Khillea spoke up. Her lips curled into a teasing smile, and her voice took on a sultry edge. "Oh, mother, look—it's him," she said, gesturing toward me dramatically. "The man who so generously impregnated me with his seed."
