Damien wasn’t a praying man, he wasn’t even aware of what most of the gods were called, but he knew Thea, goddess of death, mostly because her name was easy to remember. As her fingers crawled up Damien’s spine, the only thing he thought to lament was not telling Amma he loved her sooner. Because it had always been true, he had just been too stupid to realize and too afraid to say, and he mourned not having a moment longer with her.
