Venessa’s POV
“She isn’t dangerous to people,” Denzel said calmly. “That was the first time I ever saw it happen and the first time it happened to her.”
His hand moved in slow, reassuring circles against my back. I felt my father’s gaze settle on me, heavy and searching. I nodded, confirming Denzel’s words.
“What happened to you?” my father asked quietly.
The question struck deeper than he could have known. How could I possibly explain that I had died that my head had been severed from my body and that the goddess herself had returned me to life? That death had been the price, and this power the reward?
There was no escaping it. I would have to tell him the truth. Just not all of it. Not yet. The matter of time of how little I truly had left would have to wait until I succeeded. I wan
