TERESA'S P.O.V.
The moment the words left the goddess's lips, my mind stopped working.
"An eye for an eye."
The phrase echoed in my head, chilling me to the core. My arms tightened instinctively around Mai, her small body trembling against mine. I glanced up at Lucian, hoping—praying—that he'd show some hesitation, some doubt. But he didn't.
Lucian stood tall, his shoulders squared, his green eyes, usually so full of mischief or sarcasm, were locked on the goddess with a determination that sent a chill down my spine. He looked so calm, so resolute, as if he'd already made peace with whatever was coming.
"No," I whispered, the word trembling out of me. "No, no, no! What does that mean? What are you asking him to do?"
The goddess's luminous eyes turned to me, full of an otherworldly calm. "For your daughter to see again," she said softly, "he must lose his sight. Balance must be restored."
