(Nisha)
I stepped back until I hit the wall. He was shaking, his face red and mouth open. I knew he didn’t mean to say that. He lost the leash on his control that seemed to always be his constant companion.
“No,” I breathed.
He swallowed. “My thoughts exactly.”
“That’s not…”
“Possible?" His forest eyes met mine. "It is.” His face was sour, but some of the rage melted. “Rare for us to be mated to others, but even with Lucas...”
“No,” I repeated. I shook my head violently.
There was no way he was fated to me. Our deities were different; I had a completely different path. Or maybe mine struck some deal with his goddess to have him tethered to me as a protector while I completed my maker's dark demands.
I laughed once; it was high, and I felt like it didn’t come from me.
“That’s no
