“I see you found what you’ve come for, Son of the Moon. Now tell me, why I should give it to you?”
Rían’s head ticked as voices raged in his head, How dare she ask that! As if the stone was for her to keep! Dasianu pushed forward quick and fast, and the intensity of the mutiny was an overwhelming surge, far too much for Rían to stop it. With a shuddering gasp, he felt his own sense of self begin to slip back into the recesses of his mind.
Was I ever really in control of the god? Rían panicked.
The yellow Kiviä pulsed with opulent light, and Rían’s eyes fastened to the sparkle and dance that vibrated inside it. Like a lulling heartbeat, his ears were full with the throb of the stone’s essence. At first, it was out of sync with his own heart and the beats were a chaotic frustration. But
