He leaned closer, confusion and fear dancing in his features.
“Tell me what you saw.”
“Knowing too much of one’s own fate is a curse.” I used his own words against him, my voice trembling.
“I’m not asking. As your god, tell me what you saw.” His jaw clenched tightly, his tone edged with command.
Power rolled off him, pressing down like a storm. I pulled away from his touch as the air thickened around us. Abram’s eyes flared red, his magic coiling through the room, demanding I speak.
“I saw you with your children.”
The power in the room vanished as quickly as it had come. His magic snuffed out, leaving only the sounds of our breathing and the low crackling of the fire.
“I didn’t stay in the vision because it felt invasive.” I glared at him, even as my chest ached.
“How many children?” he asked, voice rough, like the question might undo him.
“Four.”
His pretty green eyes softened, emotions flickering one after another: hope, sorrow, disbelief.
“I’m sorry.” He rubbed his face, the motion weary. “I can’t see my own fate, so I’ve been dying to know anything.”
I looked away from him and stared at the flames as they danced along the wood in the fireplace. The soft crackling drowned out the whispers of Nyxthra. She wanted me to tell him that I saw him standing with a woman, too. I couldn’t see anything about her but her dark hair.
Nyxthra is convinced it is me. But I was convinced it wasn’t.
“Were they boys, girls?” he whispered.
“Girls, all of them.”
He exhaled loudly as he stood up. Abram began pacing around the room, his hand running through his hair. Gods, he looked like he might combust. Suddenly, he stopped moving and watched me for a moment before jumping at me like he was about to kill his prey.
He yanked me up and hugged me. He held me so tightly that my feet lifted off the ground. He buried his face in my neck, and I closed my eyes to remind myself that Abram was not doing this for any reason other than he was happy I could give him something.
But why couldn’t he see my fate?
“Thank you,” he said close to my ear.
I nodded.
He pulled me back and stared at my chest before his brows pinched together.
“What?”
“Your soul is green, too,” he said softly. “It matches my star.”
My chest ached at this for some reason.
“What is your star?”
He smiled as he let go of me. Abram held up his finger to have me wait as he disappeared into his bedroom. A moment later, he came back with a smile that stole my breath. He held up a small, black velvet box.
He stopped in front of me and opened it. It looked like an amulet with a small green galaxy living within it. I lifted my hand and touched it. Its power pulsed from it, and then dark green tendrils came from it, wrapping around my hand.
Abram was silent as he watched it wrapping itself around my fingers. It was oddly warm.When it touched my skin, I felt…happy.
“So, what is it?” I asked.
