“And since when have women with that kind of power ever been allowed to have a life of comfort? I think deep down, you have always known that she was made for more. I think you’ve always known, in your heart, exactly what she is and what she was born to be. There is a darkness in her that you’ll need to accept,” she said, the softening of her smile feeling like a double-edged sword. “I’m the God of the Dead,” I said, returning her smile. I was no stranger to darkness and the elements of that reality that would also plague my mate.
