Mafia Deity
She turned her face away, but he caught the tear that slipped down her cheek.
“I wish I’d never met you,” she said.
“I don’t.”
She met his gaze, her eyes red-rimmed.
“I’m going to die.”
He shook his head. “Not if I can help it.”
“You already tried. And now we’re trapped.”
“I’m not finished yet.”
She almost laughed. “What are you going to do? Fight your way out of a ritual to create a literal deity?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
Adrianna stared at him, and for a fleeting moment, she saw the boy hidden beneath the man—the lost child shaped into a weapon by their father. Someone who had never learned to be gentle, honest, or free. Yet here he was, offering her all three.
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