Tears of a Mortal, Regret of a God
Shirleygod & mortalmortal gods booka record of a mortals journey to immortalitymere mortal book
Cassia was waiting, her face slightly tilted up, and on the high platform, the major gods exuded an aura of unyielding authority.
I shook my head hard, forcing myself to calm down. My Elara was safe in the warded chamber. A mere mortal. She couldn't have gone anywhere.
I took Cassia's hand. The sharp edge of the legal bone cut her skin.
The moment her golden ichor welled up, for some reason, the sight of Cassia's perfectly manicured jade hand distorted in my hazy vision, transforming into another pair of mortal hands—hands whose fingertips were rough with the fine calluses from reading ancient texts and preparing divine herbs, yet they were the warmest hands I had ever held in my life.