Makeh's words hung in the air long after she stopped speaking. They weren't the kind that faded—they pressed, heavy and suffocating, sinking into my skin like cold rain.
Destiny. Darkness. Eternity. A goddess who cursed people for running away from their assigned cosmic chores.
I sat there staring at the old-young woman, my mind a storm of reactions that refused to settle into anything reasonable.
You'd think I'd feel fear, or awe, or some sort of solemn understanding.
But no.
The only thing swirling in my head was: Eternity would not be the worst thing in the world.
If Makeh saw it as a curse, then maybe she simply lacked imagination.
Because if someone offered me endless years—actual endless years…
Ah, it was ample time to deal with the triplets. To dismantle every plot those overpowered nuisances ever dared to think of. To also handle the vampires after that and whatever stupid darkness they came with.
