River
The clearing is quiet in that strange, expectant way—like the world itself is holding its breath.
Goddess, can I really do this?
I don’t know why I’m doubting myself, but I am. I don’t want to fail because I don’t want to be stuck as a man for any longer than I need to be.
Helena stands with her arms folded, mismatched eyes glowing faintly. Damian hovers at my side, close enough to touch, close enough to steady me if I fall apart. Just as he promised, Damian hasn’t left my side all day. I hate that I’ve had to leave Daniel with Sara again, but it couldn’t be helped. I couldn’t bring him here with me. Even though I hate being away from him like this, I know that I need to do this.
I sit cross‑legged on the grass in a body that doesn’t feel like mine.
How terrible is that?
This
