The Lost God

by Sheila Masterson

You’re brave how you fight, but you’re braver how you love—with your whole heart. I understand why he fell in love with you. Don’t lose that. Even if it hurts.

“Love is a powerful thing,” he said. “Some would say the most powerful thing. But it can be a poison, or it can be an antidote. It’s important to know the difference.”

“Don’t do it. I won’t be the reason you give in to it.” “And I won’t be the reason you die today.

“I’m sorry, Cece. I couldn’t see it—not until now. You’re everything. If I could go back, I’d choose you every time. I love you so much.”

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

“There has never been a moment when I wasn’t breathless with love for you. I was made to love you, Cece.” Then, to her surprise, he kissed her.

THE GASPING WILL NEVER CEASE

Right there, in front of her husband, Rainer McKay kissed Cecilia Reznik, the Princess of Argaria, the Lost Goddess, his best friend.

“No tricks for you. I will ask for a favor in the future. A life for a favor is a good deal.”

👀👀👀

I saw my whole life, and the only thing I wanted to see was more of you. It wasn’t enough.

I’m sorry I kissed you in front of your husband,” Rainer whispered. “And also, I’m not sorry at all. I’d almost die all over again to kiss you like that.”

“I can wait for you. I was made to love you, and I’ll never stop.”

Okay now I don’t know what to feel… CURSE YOU SHEILA

Her love for him was a phoenix. She watched it burn, but now it rose from the ash reborn, a different form, and yet somehow still the most familiar thing in her life.

Cecilia wondered if the fates were trying to tell her she was made to love him too.

“When Rainer looks at you, he sees nothing else. It’s been that way since he met you.

“He looks at you like you’re the very air he breathes. Like he could never get enough of you.

“Scars are just reminders of the things we’ve survived. This is just a sign that you are stronger than the thing that tried to break you.”

Whatever you become, I’ll love you.

She was the sharp blade. She was night. She was the stillness before a storm. The wild edge of sorrow. The dark itself.

Her best friend. Her husband. Two loves. No. Cecilia Reznik’s best friend. Princess Savero’s husband. Not hers.

Okay miss thang you are badass 🔥🔥

They had both laid down their lives at the altar of grief to raise a new life. Goddess Cecilia.

She was a breaker of minds, a bender of reality, a plague on memory. A Lost Goddess found. She was ruination.

The worst wounds were the ones that left marks on her heart, in a quiet place no one could see. She wasn’t sure that this was one she could survive.

That was when his mind shifted from a seven-word invocation to a painful revelation. I am madly in love with Cece.

Both men made vows to her. One pledged his life and his blade. The other pledged his heart for the rest of his days.