Chapter 19Stephen escorted Zofia back out into the cooler mountain air. They didn't speak until they stood on the high ledge where they first landed. She kept her eyes lowered, away from his magnetic gaze. His eyes held magic. Molten magic. He could easily sweep her into his spell, making it impossible to resist him. Part god.
“What's the matter, Kitten?” he asked in a softer voice he only used when he spoke to her directly, and when no one else was present. It surprised her that he'd actually remembered his pet name for her after so many years.
“I don't know how I'm going to do this,” she said, holding her gaze down.
“Do what?”
“Face him.”
“Blood?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You will, Zofia,” he said. “And you'll be victorious.”
Her eyes snapped up to take him in. “How do you know?”
