Every night, before going to bed, I prayed.
I prayed that if there was a god out there who could bring Nicholas back to me, I would drop to my knees faster than a censored no, but seriously, there must be a god out there who wasn’t a selfish b***h like the Moon Goddess, and if there was, I sure as hell hoped they heard my plea to strike her ass down with a bolt of lightning for the injustice she’d done to me.
Seeing her zapped would have been the second-best thing that could have happened to me. The first would, of course, be seeing Nicholas by my side.
Bitterness aside, there must really be a good god out there.
Because as I stared at the silver-eyed man before me, I knew my prayers had finally been answered. The gods. Those beautiful, merciful gods had taken pity on me at last. Stan
