(Reina’s POV)
The wind howled across the Moonstone Palace, carrying the distant scent of the forests below. I stood on the balcony, staring at the moon, its silver glow reflecting in my now-mortal eyes. It felt… strange. I had lived my entire life believing I was different, divine. Now, I was just Reina Zane.
No longer a goddess. No longer immortal.
But I was alive. And so was Kyle.
That was all that mattered.
Behind me, Kyle’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, his warmth pressing against my back. He rested his chin on my shoulder, inhaling deeply.
"You’re thinking too much," he murmured, his lips brushing my neck.
I let out a shaky breath. "I don’t regret what I did."
"I know," he said, tightening his hold on me. "But something is still bothering you."
I turned in his embrace,
