Svetlana
I placed wine goblets on the table, staring at the hall that was being decorated.
The kings were hosting a party, it was sudden but only the goddess knew how long that had been planning it.
Earlier this morning while helping Dana, I had sliced my finger with the knife and shockingly as I stared at my hand now, there was no sign of the cut, not even a scar.
I was starting to freak out, it was strange and insane.
“You don’t need to worry, that’s because you have me.” Mira whispered and I scoffed.
“What do you mean? How is he in you related to the wound disappearing, why isn’t there a scar or sign that I was injured? What is all this?” I rasped and she chuckled within me, amused with how I fretted around.
“Do I look like I’m joking? Is this some joke?” I inquired and she inhal
