𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
But I understood the despair of mortality. Its inherited weakness. The way humans, werewolves, and others broke so easily under pressures that gods weathered without thought. It wasn't her fault she was fragile. It was simply what she was, and I pitied her, raking my gaze over her broken form.
"You don't have to wish for it," I said.
She looked up, tears still wet on her cheeks.
"You can forget all the pain of the past. Have the power you've sought. The bravery and strength." I paused. "If you're still interested in the deification."
Her breath caught. "I... after everything I've caused, after the trouble—am I even worthy of it anymore?"
"All is forgiven," I lied smoothly. "We understand what you've been through. What your family put you through. You deserve this chance, Sonya."
The relief that flooded her features was immediate and profound. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you, Zayne. I won't let you down. I'll be better. I'll be—"
